#vacation pt2
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Vacation Time
Satoru Gojo x Reader
pic credit to: Tako4evesamll
summary: continuation of the first part of this story. You and Satoru have some fun time while at the hotel and hot springs and meet up with some friends.
cw: MDNI! Even more smut, like a lot. fem!reader, creampies, more dirty dirty talk, reader still has mommy milkers,lactation, Gojo absolutely has a daddy kink, and loves your boobs and ass, mentions sucking milk out of thy breasts sooo beware.
aunote: Thank you to all the readers who requested for the second part and also thank you for supporting this story! I love you all!! Enjoy and happy reading! 🐼🖤
wc: 3k+ (I tried my best, 🙈)
Here is part 1 if you haven’t read it yet.
You finally arrive to the hotel and hot springs. You’ve been here for a couple of days now, exploring and walking around the town nearby, going to the family owned restaurants, and just enjoying your time with Gojo.
Gojo on the other hand couldn’t keep his hands off of you. You looked so gorgeous in a bathing suit,a towel, and a birthday suit.
“ You’re so hot.” Gojo sits on the edge of the bed admiring your body, he tugs at his tie making it looser.
“I’m naked.” you try to cover your body with your hands feeling self conscious now.
“No baby, don't cover yourself.” Gojo reaches out, pulling you in between his lap. His fingers touch your neck moving your hair out of the way, he leaves soft kisses on your neck.
“Baby…” he mumbles, his hands make its way around your waist and settling between your legs. “Wanna make you feel good” he mumbles again, he bites your neck just hard enough to make you elicit a quiet moan.
“We can't, we’re meeting up with Shoko and Suguru for dinner.” you try to walk away but he pulls you back in.
“He can wait.” -his kisses are trailing down your shoulders, his free hand cups your breast-
“ He'll understand.” Gojo draws circles on your bare skin making you shiver.
“Someones getting goosebumps.” you can feel his smirk against your skin.
“We can't.” you bite your lower lip, closing your eyes you tilt your head to the side, melting into him.
Gojo lets out a low breathy laugh, knowing that he’s already convinced you.
“Shhh I wanna take care of ya.” he spreads your legs open so they're resting on either side of his legs. A few of his fingers brush your folds, making you gasp in response,
“Someone's already wet for me.”
“ S-satoru...-”
“Just relax.” He sits back in the bed, making your body more accessible to him. His fingers are still teasing you, he licks up your neck to your ear whispering, “Can I?”
“Please” you exhale, he slips a finger into you, sliding it in and out slowly, Gojo loves to feel how you squeeze his finger as he stretches you slightly.
“Should I let my beautiful wife cum?” he says, he swirls his finger inside of you finding your sweet spot, making you inhale sharply, your hands reaching out to grab his forearms to steady yourself. He slips in another finger this time making a “come hither” motion hitting that sweet spot again. Your breathing gets faster as you feel yourself tightening around his fingers, your legs tense up as you ride out your orgasm. Waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your breathing slows down as you catch your breath, but he doesn’t stop there.
“Lay down” he slaps your ass as he helps you get off of him and lay down on the bed. He crawls between your legs, resting them on his broad muscular shoulders. He kisses down your thighs to your clit before he gives it a gentle lick.
“Sensitive Toru” you whimper, grabbing a fistful of his hair.
His hands reach up and massage your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipple in his fingers. He’s licking up and down your wet folds now. His face is buried between your legs, his tongue abusing your clit. Your legs start to close around his head but his big hands hold them open, your tugging at his with every lick.
Suddenly his phone rings.
“Shit, we're late.” You moan, looking down at Gojo but he waves it off without breaking contact with your clit, his tongue flickering against your sensitive bud.
His phone stops ringing only for it to ring again a second later.
“T-toru!” You close your legs around his head trying to push his head away.
“Okay okay.” He stops and pulls his phone from his dress pants throwing it on the bed beside you, he puts it on speaker,
“Hey Suguru '' Gojo says lazily, mildly annoyed that his best friend was interrupting his time with you. You start to get up but he pushes you back down onto the bed diving back into your wet slit, he slides a finger in now as he laps up juices.
“Shoko…” Geto begins to talk but stops when you let out a moan but you quickly cover your mouth.
“Shoko and I…. are here?” Geto continues to say from the other side of the phone.
“Mhmmm” is all Gojo says as he flicks the tip of his tongue on your bud,
“Mmm” you're unable to hold back your moan, you cover your mouth with a pillow but Gojo grabs it and tosses it away from you. Your back arches and you whisper “I'm cumming.”
He pulls his fingers out rubbing your clit fast, the stimulation making you moan out loud.
“Mmmm..aahhh f-fuck…” you cry out, your body trembling as you hit your climax again, this time it feels electric, your gasps and panting fill the room.
“Uhh…ya still there?” Geto clears his throat. Your head shoots up to look at Gojos phone which was still connected to Geto.
“Yeah yeah, we're on our way down.” Gojo winks at you, he hangs up the phone. Leaning down to give you a kiss before he walks off to clean his hands and face.
You meet Shoko and Geto down in the lobby, Geto greets you very quickly before he covers his face trying to hide the fact that he's blushing, hard. Shoko gives you a hug, a bit confused at Geto’s reaction. She thinks to herself for a moment before asking you,
“Does my breath stink?” she huffs into her hand before blowing in your face.
“Nope, it smells minty. Why?” you ask.
“ He’s been like that ever since he got off the phone with Gojo,” her voice laced with concern.
Gojo lets out a hearty laugh and throws his arm around Getos shoulders, patting him on the back.
“Does my breath stink?” he grins at you then he turns to Geto trying to blow air in his face, you blush at his antics, you swat him away from Geto.
“Okay enough, stop being mean to Suguru.” you smack Gojo’s arm pushing him further away from Geto, Gojo snorts a little as he laughs at you and Geto both blushing now.
“I love you all so much!” And that was the start of a very awkward night with Shoko and Geto.
Somehow you felt like this trip wasn’t for you but it was actually for Gojo Satoru. The amount of times that he would pull you into the bathroom for a heated make out session just to leave you all hot and bothered as he walks out with that shit eating grin on his face. How his hand just rests right in between your legs as you're having dinner with friends, how he insists on you sitting beside him instead of across from him so he can “feel” you closer to him, and if you refuse to he pulls your chair next to him. You both had gone to your couples massage session when someone unexpectedly had to leave because they had a “stomach ache”, but you saw his bulge, the way his white haired happy trail led down to his bulge as he scooted out of the room, and how the girl masseuse blushed at the sight of it. Only for him to return very quickly when he realized it was a man that was going to be massaging you. From the way Gojo was eyeing you down in the massage room, you knew what to expect, you ended up on the cold and hard bathroom countertop, getting railed by Gojo, he’s practically whining and chanting your name, eyes rolling back into his head, sweat glistening and dripping down his body, his knuckles white from gripping the countertop.
Tonight is the last night, you both decided to go to the hot springs one last time before leaving.
“What’s wrong baby?” he places a hand on your shoulder giving it a squeeze.
“I’m not sure, I don’t think my pump is working.” you say trying to fiddle with it and sigh in defeat when it doesn't turn on.
“How am I supposed to pump now?” you massage your breasts gently feeling how full they’re becoming.
“I can suck on them for you.” he says nonchalantly, you turn around to look at him in disbelief.
“What? Someone else did it too. I read that a couple went on vacation and her husband had to drink her milk to help her.” he states, waving one finger in the air.
“Uh-huh….right so you didn’t happen to break my pump so you could…oh I don’t know…play out your kinky fetishes.” you tilt your head at him, he sprawls out on the bed dramatically, draping a hand across his eyes,
“Can’t believe my own wife would think so lowly of me, do you think I’m a sleazeball, who only worships the ground his beautiful wife stands on?”
“Sounds like it.” you shrug your shoulders, walking over to him. He scoffs at what you say.
“Promise I won’t do anything else, just trying to help you.” he genuinely says as he takes your hand kissing it.
You sigh in defeat,
“Fine, but that’s it.” you point a finger at him, laying on the bed.
Gojo excitedly gets up and positions his body between your legs, he gently cups and massages your breast before taking a nipple into his mouth, slowly sucking on it, he can feel the dribble of milk come out before it starts to leak into his mouth. You exhale in relief, the feeling of heaviness going away in one boob. You're gently massaging his head and playing with his white hair, smoothing it down.
“ Does it feel better?” his beautiful blue eyes look up at you through his white lashes.
“Much better.” you reply, Gojo moves onto the other breast now doing the same.
“That should help.” he smiles sweetly at you but before he could get up you pull him in for a deep kiss, you lick his lips seductively before you let him go.
Gojo sits there for a split second stunned for a moment not expecting you to do that then he swoops back in and pulls you in for a kiss, his lips hungry to meet yours again.
The rays of the sunset were peeking through the curtains of the hotel room, cascading down on your bodies. The faint noise of chatter can be heard outside the closed window.
“ Thank you for coming on this trip with me, my love.” Gojo leaves feather light kisses on your cheeks and forehead. His blue eyes soften looking into your eyes lovingly, his body is in between your legs, his member sliding in and out of your wetness.
“Thank you for taking me here, I love you so so so much.” you stare back into his eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, your tongues intertwining together.
“I love you too.” he grunts, feeling the way you clench down on his shaft.
“Mmmm baby. I missed you. I missed us.” he pushes strands of your hair away from your face.
Gojo Satoru was grateful for everything you built together, he loves his kids just as much as he loves you, but he couldn’t lie to himself when he noticed all of your time spent together was filled with taking care of the twins. He missed spending time with you alone, being able to shower you with love was all he wanted to do again. Gojo wanted to show you how much he loves and appreciates you, because you’re the mother to his children but most importantly because you're the love of his life.
“ I missed us too.” you say rubbing your nose against his, you can feel the way his cock fills you up. His thrusts are slow and steady, but you wanted more.
“Please” is all you have to say, Gojo chuckles, thrusting deeper, hearing the way your moans get a little high pitched as he moves just an inch faster,
“Please what?” he slows down his thrusts again, taking a nipple into his mouth, he can taste the hint of sweet milk leaking from your nipple.
“Babe, your tits are leaking again.” he lets go and smirks at you. “I’ll take care of that for you.” he sucks your other nipple and he massages your boobs, giving them a squeeze. Your hands are now buried in his hair, his hands are pushing your breasts together as he licks and sucks on your nipples eventually settling on a spot on your boobs giving it a hard suck and nibble, you tug on his hair and he lets go to look at you,
“Don’t give me a hickey! We’re leaving tomorrow” you playfully slap his arm.
“I was helping you.” he reasons with you.
“Your parents are gonn-” you let out a moan as Gojo sinks back into you again, his hands holding onto your hips.
“What was that baby?” he smiles at you as he continues to buck his hips into you.
“Nothin-ahh baby” you mumble, Gojos fingers are rubbing small circles on your clit.
He loves the look on your face when you're unraveling beneath him. He loves that every touch of his drives you crazy, turning you into a moaning mess.
“Say it baby.” Gojo leans down to whisper in your ear, licking your ear lobe.
“ Just fuck me, or I’ll have to do it.” you say annoyed with the way he teases you,
He lets out a low chuckle, reaching under you and flipping both of your bodies around so now you’re on top of him, straddling his muscular thighs.
“ Then fuck me baby.” he grins, crossing his arms behind his head.
God you hated that damn shit eating grin of his.
You place your hands on his chest and start to rock your hips back and forth. You can hear the way the bed squeaks and hits the wall with every other rock.
“ Feels so good, Toru.” you lean back, your hands are tangled in your messy hair, your feet are now flat on the bed, your hands on his chest again, you begin moving your hips up and down his thick long shaft, the way his cock slides deeper into your slit makes him grunt and throw his head back against the pillow.
“ Y-you’re even more wet for me, '' Gojo says, watching the way your body bounces on his cock, your boobs bouncing and shaking, your soft stomach jiggling, your thighs rippling against his, and the noises that your beautiful ass is making slapping against his thighs and balls.
“ F-fuck baby, gonna make me cum” -he groans as he grabs your hips- “ss-slow down”
“ But, I thought you told me to fuck you.” you smirk leaning down, your boobs now in his face, he licks your nipples, taking one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, you grab the headboard for support and you continue to ride him picking up your pace.
Your eyes are squinting almost shut, you're nearing your climax when Gojo shifts underneath you, he wraps his big strong arms around your body, shifting his position so he’s sitting against the headboard.
“ You’re being a bad girl.” Gojo growls into your ear then he pulls your hair, exposing your chest to him, he shoves his face into your boobs nipping at your skin, kissing up your collarbones to your neck leaving a hickey there, his other hand grabs your ass squeezing it tightly before letting go and giving it a hard smack. This makes you let out a small yelp biting your lip to hold back a moan.
“ Daddy didn’t say to stop.” he slaps your ass again making you move your hips up and down his shaft again. His other hand grabs your boobs and slaps it.
“Tell me what you want.” he slaps your ass again, making you jump at the sting.
“F-fill me u-up” you whine, Gojo smirks at your answer,
“ You dirty slut” and with that he slides you off of him making you get on your hands and knees
“Wanna watch that ass bounce for me” he fists his cock, his other hand rubbing your clit from behind, he slips a finger in,
“Still so wet for me” he slips another finger in, you bury your face into the pillow.
“Wanna hear you moan for this cock” he grabs the pillow and throws it on the hotel floor. He slides his cock in your pussy this time snapping his hips, his eyes roll back feeling the way you’re squeezing and clenching around his cock, how it feels when he pulls out and your slit tries to pull him back in. Gojo is thrusting deep and fast into you, the headboard banging against the wall, the bed shakes and squeaks even more, the pillows falling off, your fists are full of sheets as you chant out his name,
‘Fuck me Satoru,”
“Yes just like Toru”
“Satoru... I-I’m cumming.”
Gojo looks down at your figure, your body lazily propped up, your asscheeks ripple with each of his thrusts,
“D-daddy” you mewl out, drool dripping down your chin, your half lidded eyes looking back at him, your legs shaking.
“Oh fuck baby, that’s what I like to see.” he growls, hugging your body from behind lifting you up, he grabs your face making out with you, his tongue exploring your mouth, his thrusts are frantic,
“I’m cumming baby.” he says in between labored breaths,
‘Y-yes daddy cum for me.” you moan out, waves of pleasure wash over you as you hear his breath hitch in your ear, his strong arms squeeze you tighter against his body. His climax feels electrifying as it courses though his body, his body trembles as he feels you push back on him, his cum dripping down your thighs.
Gojo pants catching his breath, his arms relaxing around you, he gives you soft loving kisses down your neck, his hands gently caressing your breasts, he rubs your ass that is red from his slaps. He lays down with you on his chest, his fingers dancing across your bare skin.
“ I love you.” he kisses the top of your head, fixing your hair.
“I love you too.” you look up at him, giving him a kiss on the lips. You feel his cock twitch underneath you.
“No.” you simply say getting off of him and running to the bathroom.
“Baby please, it’s been so long, little Gojo misses you!” he says running after you.
Extra Trimmings!
“Come in, come in.” your mother in law gives you a hug, you hug her back, she motions for you to come inside.
“How were they?” you ask her.
“ Ugh, such sweet angels, we just put them down for their nap.” she says with a hand over her chest, closing the door quietly behind her. You look at Shin and Lena who are sleeping in their little beds in the living room. The three of you walk into the kitchen. She pours you and Gojo a cup of tea.
“ So how was it? Did you two have a good time? '' She sips her tea.
“ We did, it was very relaxing, we definitely needed that quick vacation.” you say sheepishly.
“ Yes we did” Gojo winks at you without his mom noticing.
“ I’m so glad to hear that, you both look so refreshed and energetic.” she sighs in relief “why don’t you stay for dinner, no use in leaving now since the babies are sleeping.”
“ That would be lovely, thank you mom.” you smile at her, “ I wouldn’t want to wake them up, they’ll be so grumpy.”
Your mother in law gives you a “oh I know” look.
“We made that mistake once and it’s never happened again.” you both laugh.
“ Ah Toru, while you’re here, would you mind going through some of those books you have in your room? I didn’t throw them away, I didn't know if you needed them for your teaching job.” his mom says waving a finger in the air.
“ Will do, mom.” Gojo finishes his drink and places his cup in the sink.
“ It’ll probably take you a while, there's quite a bit in those boxes.'' She turns around to take out vegetables from the fridge.
“ Why don’t you come and help me?” he flashes that grin at you. You merely gulp and before you could protest Gojo is pushing you up the stairs.
Extra Extra Trimmings!
One! Two! Three! POP!
“Congratulations! You’re having a boy!” Everyone cheers for you and Gojo.
“There’s definitely something in that water.” Geto shivers looking at Gojo and Nanami.
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I’m begging you PLS make AT LEAST a part 2 for sturniolos older sister, I genuinely am so obsessed I’ve read it at least 5 times today. I need a series but- I’m a needy person so… PLS
Big Sister Pt. 2- Sturniolo Triplets
pairing: bigsister!reader x littlebrother!triplets
classification: fluff, sibling banter
warnings: use of y/n, slight cursing, VERY LONG
inspiration: request^^
summary: After visiting the triplets in L.A, the reader returns back home and works with her brothers to plan another get together. This time the triplets visit her, taking a trip down to the Lone Star State.
Big Sister PT.1, PT2, PT.3
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“No, May doesn’t work for me. I’m still working in May, I won’t be on vacation until June,” you mumbled, scrolling relentlessly on your laptop in search of flights from L.A to Texas. The search seemed endless because you and your brothers couldn’t seem to coordinate schedules, all of you either being too busy with work or tied down to previous commitments. “Okay. So then we’ll go down in June,” Chris’s voice rang through the phone, stating it like it was an obvious solution.
Nick groaned at this statement, immediately thinking of how hot it would be in Texas during the summer, “it’s going to be so hot though!” He loved you, but he didn’t know if he’d be able to deal with the Texas heat for two entire weeks. Once Matt had heard Nick’s comment he interjected, “Stop being a baby, Nick. We’re going down in June.” You were only half listening to them, still scrolling away on your laptop trying to find 3 two-way tickets that wouldn’t completely drain your bank account.
In all honesty, you were surprised they’d even agreed to visit you. Usually it was you and Justin making the trip to L.A to visit them because they were always so busy. When you mentioned it to your husband Jack, he was equally as surprised but also extremely excited because he was never able to take enough time off work to accompany you on your trips to L.A.
“Fine. Y/n, we’re going down in June,” Nick said, defeat evident in his voice. He supposed he was just going to have to put up with the Texas heat because he could not find it in himself to argue with Matt or Chris right now. They awaited your response, but you were so immersed in the screen in front of you that you hadn’t heard a single thing they had said. ‘What the fuck are these prices?’ you thought, biting the inside of your cheek in determination to find the best tickets.
“Y/n! Are you still there?!” Chris shouted into the phone, the sound blaring loudly through your speaker. The sudden noise caught you off guard and caused you to jump in surprise, breaking you from your concentration. “What the hell are y’all blabbering about?!” You shouted back into the phone attempting to give them a taste of their own medicine.
Ever since you all were little, your brothers would always jump at the opportunity to tease and bully you. Sometimes it was funny, other times it was just annoying. Right now it was annoying.
“Y/n would be the type to say y’all,” Chris laughed, ignoring your question completely, opting to bully you instead. Even though they couldn’t see you, you rolled your eyes at his comment, preparing yourself for the onslaught of bullying that you were about to receive. Before you could even think of a snarky remark Matt joined in on the bullying as well.
“My name is y/n and I live in Texas y’all,” he put on a goofy country accent as he said this causing both Chris and Nick to fall into another fit of laughter. You could only imagine what stupid facial expression he was pulling on the other side of the phone.
“Shut up you fucking doofus,” you grumbled, only half mad because you were happy you finally found tickets at a reasonable price. Without a second thought you purchased the tickets, doing a quick victory dance. “Shut up you fucking doofus,” Matt mimicked you, still imitating his corny version of a country accent. If you were being honest, he was pretty good at it, but you’d never admit that.
“Yeah, shut your damn trap before I send you out to the barn, you fucking billy goat” Chris joined in, throwing in random phrases into his sentences as he attempted his own version of a country accent. The three of them were laughing so hard that they had to lean on each other for support as to not fall backwards.
Considering you’d already purchased the tickets, your work here was technically done and you could easily hang the phone up, leaving your goofy brothers to their stupid jokes. If you weren’t so excited, you probably would have done that and texted them the information later, but you decided to forgive their antics just to share the news, “Y’all, I bought the tickets!”
You didn’t catch yourself say it, but your brothers sure did, completely ignoring the exciting news you’d just shared. “Again with the ‘y’all!’ We get it! You live in Texas!” Matt groaned, earning yet another round of laughter from Nick and Chris.
“Oh my God, I actually can’t stand you guys right now,” you rubbed at your temples, wondering if you should just refund the tickets. How were you going to survive two entire weeks of this?
“At least you didn’t say y’all that time,” Nick said. You sighed and hung up.
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For the next couple of weeks you and your husband, Jack, worked together to prepare your home for visitors. You made sure you had everything you needed in order to be considered a good host. Finally, summer rolled around and you and your husband were on your way to pick your brothers up from the airport. “Stop changing the station, I like that song!” You swatted his hand away from the radio, causing him to chuckle in response. Before he could retaliate, your phone rang.
Quickly you grabbed your purse and dug in it until you found your phone. Nick was calling probably to let you know they had landed safely so you answered it, “Hello?” There was a pause on the other side, but you could hear Chris and Matt faintly bickering in the background. “Shut up, Chris. Just grab our bags so we can go find y/n,” Nick said, sounding far away. He was too busy trying to reel the other two in while grabbing his carryon to hold the phone to his face.
“Hello?!” You repeated louder in hopes that he’d hear you this time. Finally he placed the phone to his ear, using his shoulder to hold it in place as he grabbed his belongings in both hands. Although the flight was only 3 hours long, he still packed an unnecessary amount of things including a blanket and a pillow. “Hi, sorry. Chris and Matt are being stupid,” he finally responded as he slung his carryon over his shoulder and stuffed his pillow under the arm that wasn’t propping his phone against his ear.
“Did y’all land?” You asked while looking over at your husband as he struggled to find where to go, becoming lost in the maze that was the airport. He was going towards the East exit, but from your countless trips back and forth from California to Texas you knew he was meant to be going towards the South exit. Quickly you snapped your fingers in Jack’s face to grab his attention before pointing in the direction he was meant to be driving. Without a hitch, he shifted the steering wheel and went in the direction you were pointing.
“I wouldn’t be calling you if we hadn’t,” Nicks voice was laced with sarcasm as he scurried behind his brothers to make his way out of the packed airplane. You hummed in response, mostly just relieved that they had landed safely, “well I’m asking cause we’re here already.” There was a lot of background noise coming through your phone speaker, mostly the voices of people you couldn’t identify. “Tell her we’re grabbing our bags,” you heard Matt say faintly in the background, probably wanting to cut your conversation with Nick short so that Nick could pay attention to where he was walking and what he was doing.
“Y/n, Matt says to tell you we’re getting our-” Nick begins to say, but is quickly cut off by Chris shouting through the speaker, “WE’RE GETTING OUR BAGS Y/N!” You grimaced and held the phone away from your ear to avoid busting your eardrums. Jack chuckles at this, putting the car in park outside the South exit before chiming in on the conversation, “we’re waiting for you guys outside the South Gate.”
“Was that Jack?” Nick asks as he, Chris and Matt watch the conveyor belt of luggages intently in order to spot theirs. You put the phone on speaker and place it on the middle console of the car, wanting to allow your husband to join in on the conversation, “Yeah buddy it’s me.” Jack had always been like an older brother to the triplets even before you two started dating, especially because he was such good friends with Justin.
Finally the boys find their luggages, working as a team to grab them all before they wiz away. “Cool! I thought y/n was gonna come alone and we’d meet you back at your house,” Nick sounded slightly out of breath as he said this because he was trying to juggle the phone, his pillow, his carryon and now his luggage. “Why would I do that when I can quite literally be a passenger princess,” you shot your husband a knowing look which received an eye roll and a dramatic scoff in return.
“Can you believe this girl, Nick? She forces me to drive her everywhere,” Jack decided to play around with the joke, wanting to embarrass you slightly. It was true though, you were always asking him to accompany you places just so you’d have an excuse to sit in the passenger seat. “As much as I’m loving this conversation, I’m gonna hang up now,” Nick replied, the multitude of items in his hands becoming too much to carry as the three of them made their way towards the South exit.
“What? No! Nick don’t hang up, what if we can’t find you guys!” You grabbed ahold of the phone again, taking it off speaker and placing it on your ear. You shifted your body to face towards the window, peering outside to try and getting a better look inside the airport. Your brothers weren’t too far away, already having made their way outside, but they hadn’t spotted your car yet. Slowly, they came into view and you watched as they trudged in the opposite direction of your vehicle.
“Oh never mind, I see you guys,” a laugh escaped your lips as you said this. Hurriedly, you undid your seatbelt and unlocked your door before hopping out of the car. “What? Where? I don’t see your car,” Nick was now looking left to right, his eyes scanning his surroundings for you and your car. At the mention of this, Chris and Matt did the same thing. “The other way, dumbass,” you replied, hanging up the phone and shoving it in your back pocket so you could wave your hands in the air.
Jack was standing next to you at this point, also waving his hands in the air in an attempt to grab your brothers’ attention. “GUYS!” You shouted, watching as they looked around in confusion still unable to spot you. Mentally you face palmed at their stupidity before shouting their names. This is what finally caught their attention, pulling their gaze in your direction. A smile grew on your face as excitement bubbled up inside you.
Their pace quickened as they tried to get to you faster without dropping any of their things. “I’m so excited!!” You whisper shouted, doing a small dance before beginning to walk towards your brothers. They were holding a lot of things and it looked like they could use some help. Your husband followed suit behind you, making sure to lock the car. He was equally as excited as you, probably even more excited because he hadn’t seen the triplets in so long.
When you finally reached them, you immediately pulled Nick in for a hug. Chris and Matt, on the other hand, went in to dab Jack up. “It’s so hot, I’m sweating already,” Nick chuckled, pulling you into him. “It’s warm,” you agreed, pulling away slightly to get a good look at his face. He looked so much older from the last time you’d seen him, his face adorned with stubble. You also noted that he had dyed his hair, his blonde locks contrasting Chris and Matt’s black hair.
You pulled away from Nick so he could greet Jack and made your way over to Chris and Matt. Nick and Jack shared a side hug, Nick making the same comment about the weather. Before you could say or do anything, Chris was pulling you in for a hug. He held you tightly, rocking you two back and forth before letting go so you could hug Matt. Matt engulfed you in his arms just as quickly as Chris had, rubbing your back before saying, “where’s your car?”
You ignored his question, wanting to get a good look at the three of them before walking over to your car, “Let me get a good look at you guys first.” They were slightly confused at the sentiment, not understanding that they looked older and older every time you saw them. As an older sister, it was your responsibility to absorb these moments like they’d never happen again. Although they were confused, they huddled together and allowed you to examine their appearance.
Your heart swelled as you took a look at them, they looked so grown up. Each of them had stubble, Matt’s being more outgrown than Chris and Nick’s. You also noticed Nick and Matt’s arms were littered with more tattoos than last time. “You guys look so grown up right now,” you commented, a small smile growing on your face. They rolled their eyes at this, you were always so dramatic and sentimental. “What! Let me love you guys!” You exclaimed when you caught sight of their eye rolls.
“Love me by carrying my bag, kid,” Chris said, shoving the backpack he’d used as a carryon in your direction. Now it was your turn to roll your eyes as you snatched his bag and allowed Matt and Nick to hand you something of theirs too. Jack laughed at this, offering to help carry some of their things too.
“Aaaand now I hate you guys again,” you said jokingly, turning in the direction of your car and walking away. They laughed, shaking their heads and following behind you.
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The ride from the airport back to your house wasn’t too long, but it seemed like forever for the triplets seeing as they had just gotten off a 3 hour flight. In retrospect, 3 hours isn’t long either, but when you paired it with the two hour time difference from L.A to Texas, the time it took them to get to the airport, and the long wait for their flight you realized that they must be tired of sitting around. “You guys hungry?” You asked, shifting to face them in the backseat.
It was 2 in the afternoon now, but because of the time difference, it was 12 in the afternoon in L.A so you figured they’d be hungry. They were all bunched up in the back seat, pillows and blankets squeezed between them. Nick’s head rested against the window, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar buildings that passed by. Matt’s head was down and his eyes were shut, chin resting against his chest with his arms crossed. He must’ve fallen asleep as soon as he got in the car, allowing himself to relax once in the presence of familiar people. Chris, who sat in the middle seat with a pillow on his lap replied, “I could eat.”
You hummed in response, waiting for Nick to reply. “Yeah, I’m getting pretty hungry,” he said, still looking outside. He noticed that the traffic here was nowhere near as bad as it was in L.A, you guys were flying down the highway and if he stared at one building too long it would become a blur. “You think Matt’s hungry?” You asked, not wanting to wake him up.
“Mmm probably, he was to nervous to eat this morning,” Chris replies, leaning forward in his seat so he can get a good look at Matt’s face. Chris grabbed one of the many blankets that were in the backseat, pulling it over Matt and tucking it snuggly against him. “Yeah, he couldn’t sleep last night either,” Nick says, finally averting his gaze from the window to look at Matt. You also look over at Matt, feeling a bit sad that he allowed his nerves to get the best of him.
“Awe, my poor little brother,” you whispered in sincerity. “Poor dude’s slumped,” Jack says, looking back at Matt quickly before looking back at the road. Matt’s eyes shot open, somehow sensing that all eyes were on him. “Oop!” You exclaimed, quickly facing forward again. All of you, with the exception of Matt, were laughing now. “What’s so funny?” His voice was groggy, a small yawn following his question.
“Nothing Matty, go back to sleep,” Chris replied, throwing a corny nickname in the mix for good measure as he readjusted the blanket. You all were still laughing, leaving Matt confused, but he decided not to question any further and shut his eyes again.
“Y’all want Whataburger?” Jack asks, he doesn’t wait for their answer as he rounds a corner and enters the parking lot of said restaurant. “Do we have a choice?” Nick asks, not knowing much about the restaurant.
“You do not,” you stated, knowing that this had become your husbands favorite restaurant since moving to Texas. “It was a rhetorical question,” Jack says, putting the car in park and smiling at Nick through the rear view mirror. “This place looks like it just got sentenced to 40 years in prison,” Nick comments, referring to the orange and white stripes on the roof of the building that resembled a prison jumpsuit.
“Team orange, for real,” Chris jokes, earning a laugh from the rest of you.
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It’s 4 in the afternoon when you all finally arrive to your house, lugging all the bags inside and leaving some of them in the living room to be dealt with tomorrow. The triplets had never been to your house before so when they walked in they looked around, taking in all the little details. “Welcome to our humble abode,” you said in a dramatic English accent before beginning a house tour. It was typical for you all to put on funny accents to exaggerate the importance of a situation or to make the others laugh. They laugh at this, following behind you as you walk them through your house still speaking in your English accent. Your house wasn’t too big considering the only people who lived in it were you and Jack, so the house tour was over quickly.
“Follow me this way gentleman, let me show you where you’ll be staying,” Jack said doing the same accent you had been doing, motioning for your brothers to follow him. You laughed at this gesture, loving the fact that he played along. “Thank you kind sir,” Matt replied attempting to do the same accent, but accidentally doing his infamous country accent instead. “Well I’ll be damned, this Texas heat is getting to me,” he continued, still putting on the country accent as he played into his failed attempt at doing an English accent.
You all laugh at this, the boys following Jack to the room you’d prepared for them. In it was a queen sized bed, a blow up mattress, a television, and a closet big enough for all of them to put their things away. There was also a restroom attached to it, stocked entirely with clean towels, toilet paper, toothpaste, and any thing else they might need during their stay. The large window in the room brings in a good amount of natural light, a perfect view of the house’s backyard visible.
The triplets walk inside, throwing some of their things on the bed. Chris jumps onto the bed, sprawling his limbs out so he looks like a star. “We’ll let you guys get situated. We’ll be in the living room, okay?” you say with a chuckle, ushering Jack out of the room. “Okay, yeah. We’ll be done in a bit,” Chris replies, rolling over onto his stomach so he can look out the window into the backyard.
“Yeah, I just have to shower and I’ll be down,” Nick agrees, placing his suitcase on the floor and opening it so he can dig through his clothes for the perfect outfit. Matt agrees as well, joining Chris on the bed so he can gauge whether he wants to sleep there or on the inflatable. “Alright, I stocked the restroom with everything you guys might need. Use it all,” you assured, ready to close the door and to join your husband in the living room.
“Oooh I’m gonna make potions!” Chris says giddily as he rubs his hands together maliciously, causing you to roll your eyes and shut the door.
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The next couple of days were completely adventure filled as you and Jack took your brothers to as many places you could think of. The five of you had also put together a list of locations you wanted to visit and so far you’d checked off quite a few. Considering you lived in a small town between many big cities, it was easy to compile a list of ideas. For example, on the first day you guys had gone to Six Flags, the Alamo, and had taken a river boat ride in San Antonio. The five of you must’ve gone on every ride at Six Flags at least twice.
On the second day, you visited The Galleria Mall and Color Factory in Houston, even taking a quick trip to Chinatown before heading back home. You guys took so many pictures on this day, making sure to pose as many times as possible in every room inside the Color Factory.
On the third and fourth day you guys decided to stay home, watching movies and getting takeout. You guys watched scary movies and took turns taking jabs at the characters on the screen, commenting on their poor decision making skills and how you’d easily survive every situation presented on screen. You and Nick had even baked cookies that day, not allowing Chris, Matt or Jack to help because they were sure to mess up the recipe.
Since they were only going to be here for a couple more days you wanted to make the most of it. So on the fifth day you guys were ready for yet another adventure. This time, you guys were heading back into San Antonio to go to the rodeo, an experience that your brothers had never had before. Jack unfortunately couldn’t join you guys today because he couldn’t get the day off which bummed you slightly, but you knew you’d have a good day regardless.
“Make sure you pack the water bottles,” you shouted towards your brothers, watching as they packed the trunk of your car with all the things you could possibly need today. “Oh! And the sunscreen, it’s going to get hot!” You called again, going through your mental checklist so you wouldn’t forget anything important. “It’s already hot!” Nick calls back in a sing-song tone as he shuts the trunk of your car.
All three of your brothers were super excited to go to the rodeo, but they were not excited for the blistering heat. You guys learned your lesson on the first day when you guys had gone to Six Flags and came back home extremely red and sunburnt. You locked your front door, your brothers piling into the car. Chris sat in the passenger seat with Matt in the seat behind him and Nick in the seat behind the drivers seat.
You ran over to the drivers side, opening the car door and jumping into the seat. Chris had already taken the aux cord, connecting it to his phone before scrolling through his endless playlist for the perfect song. “You guys ready?” You asked, adjusting your seat and fixing your mirrors before buckling yourself. A string of agreements came from your brothers, so you put the car in reverse and began your journey.
The drive into San Antonio wasn’t long, but for whatever reason Chris decided his current soda wasn’t up to his liking so he demanded you stopped at a gas station so he could pick something new. As annoying as it was, you agreed because Nick and Matt also wanted to stop and get something. “Fine, find something on Google Maps,” you said, not looking away from the road.
Chris grabbed his phone from the center console, where he had placed it so he could skip and search for songs as he pleased, before opening Google Maps and searching for the nearest gas station. “It says the nearest one is called busseys? I don’t know, I can’t fucking read that shit,” he said, clicking on it and allowing the phone to guide you towards the location. You listened intently for the directions, wanting to know what exit you’d have to take to get here. Nick grabbed ahold of Chris’s phone and read the name of the gas station, “Buc-ee’s?! You fucking dumbass?!”
Matt laughed at this, scooting forward in his seat to look over at the phone. He read the name, laughing at how Chris had completely butchered the pronunciation of the name. “Kid really said busseys,” Matt laughed again, sitting back in his seat. The three of them were laughing, you were giggling too but you were mostly trying to listen to the directions. “Chris! What exit is it?!” You used your right hand to try and grab the phone, but Nick was still holding it.
“Nick has the phone, how am I supposed to know!” He exclaimed, pointing at Nick like he was the culprit of a terrible crime. “Calm down, it’s the one after this one,” Nick replied as he dramatically placed the phone back on the center console. “Thank you,” you said sarcastically, shooting Nick a playful glance through the rear view to which he rolled his eyes.
When you finally pulled into the parking lot, Chris jumped up dramatically at the sight of the building. He inched closer to the dashboard to get a better look. It was the biggest gas station he had ever seen, complete with a mascot and everything! As he examined the building closer, he caught sight of a statue in the front of entrance. He squinted his eyes, trying to decipher what the statue was. When he finally realized what it was, his eyes opened in shock, “IS THAT A FUCKING BEAVER?!?”
“WHAT?! WHERE?!?” Nick shouted, moving closer to Matt for protection because he thought there was an actual beaver outside. Matt stretched his neck, trying to see over Chris’s seat to see what he was looking at. His eyes grew wide too, seeing the giant statue in front of the building. “Holy fuck that thing is huge!” He exclaimed, pushing himself up from his seat to get a better view. When he said this, Nick only became more flustered, “WHERE IS IT?!? DON’T SAY THAT!” He shouted again, causing you all to laugh.
“Nick it’s just a statue,” you said through laughter, attempting to reassure him. “Oh,” he relaxed immediately when you said this, finally looking over Chris’s seat and seeing the giant beaver statue. “He’s kinda cute,” Nick admitted, feeling silly for reacting so dramatically.
“Wait…” Chris said as he looked around suspiciously as if he was about to reveal something no one was supposed to know, “is that beaver… Bussey?” His voice came out in a whisper almost like he had just discovered a conspiracy. You erupted in a fit of laughter again, getting out of the car to make your way inside.
“Ha. Bussey,” Matt laughed to himself, unbuckling his seat and getting out of the car to walk into the gas station.
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The stop at Buc-ee’s had completely sidetracked you guys and you all almost forgot about the rodeo entirely. It took you guys an abnormally long time to look through everything the store had to offer. There were food items you’d never seen before, a mini restaurant, a bakery, a section with house supplies, and even a gift shop filled to the brim with specialized Buc-ee’s merch. Chris was mesmerized by the drink station, wanting to try every single flavor. He had successfully talked you all into each getting a different flavor so he could try as many as possible.
When you finally checked out, you were each walking out with a bag or two of merch and snacks. There was so much to choose from including mugs, keychains, sweatshirts, t-shirts, and plushies all of it resembling or including the gas station’s mascot.
“Shout out to Buc-ee, man. This soda is so good,” Chris commented once you guys were back in the car, taking a long sip from his drink. “Wait let me try,” Matt said, trading his drink with Chris so they could try each others drinks. Matt took a sip of Chris’s drink, eyes widening once the flavor settled in his mouth. The soda was actually really good. “Stop, it can’t be that good,” Nick said, rolling his eyes at Matt’s theatrics. “Try it,” Matt replied, holding the drink out for Nick to take.
Nick takes a sip, eyes also widening once he realized how good it was. You watched them intently, now you wanted to taste it to see the hype. “This tastes like the time Matt threw the fork at the old lady!” Nick exclaims, taking another sip to make sure he was getting it right. “Yes! Yes!” Chris agrees, recalling the memory fondly.
“Let y/n try it!” Matt says, pulling the drink away from Nick mid sip, causing it to dribble down his chin a little. “Woah Matt, calm down tough guy,” Chris says, watching as Nick wipes the soda from his chin, mouth still full of soda. Nick tries hard to hold in his laughter so that he doesn’t spit the drink out in your car, the three of you looking at him fully expecting there to be a mess in the backseat in mere seconds. He calms himself down, breathing in deeply before swallowing.
Once the coast is clear and he’s sure that Nick isn’t going to spit his drink out, Matt hands you the cup. You take it and immediately take a sip, having the same reaction as your brothers. “It’s good, right!” Chris says, eagerly taking the drink back and taking another sip.
“That does taste like the time Matt threw the fork at the old lady!” you exclaim in excitement causing Matt to shake his head as he reminisces on the memory.
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Finally you guys arrive at the rodeo, making sure to go up to every booth and ride every single ride. You guys even waited in the long lines to try the crazy food items being advertised like the fried oreos and boiled peanuts. The four of you walked around the carnival portion of the rodeo for what seemed like forever before deciding to enter the area where they had all the livestock.
“It stinks in here,” you commented as you guys walked into the building where the animals were in. You plugged your nose, leading the way through the building. “Ew it does,” Nick agreed, copying your actions and plugging his nose. Chris and Matt were either unphased by the smell or they didn’t want to be rude because they didn’t say anything.
There were so many different animals so you guys walked around the building to look at them all. After a while, you and Nick had become accustomed to the smell and took your time admiring the animals. The ducks were your personal favorite, but the cows were a close second.
“Look! They have horses over there!” Matt said, this was the most excited you’d seen him since you’d arrived here. He rushed his way over to where the horses were, the rest of you following behind him. You guys pushed through the sea of people, trying to keep up with Matt. “Matt, wait up!” Chris shouted, excusing himself as he pushed past people to try and reach Matt. Before you knew it, you guys had lost sight of him and were looking around trying to spot him in the crowd.
“I think he went this way,” Nick said, leading the way in a completely different direction. You and Chris follow Nick, careful not to leave too much distance between between the three of you as to avoid getting lost. “Nick, you’re going to fast,” you mumble, trying to grab ahold of his hand but fail due to being pushed out of the way by other people trying to make their way through the crowd. You stop dead in your tracks, not wanting to bump into anyone causing Chris to bump into you.
“Sorry,” he says, moving to stand beside you. When you start walking again, you look up to see where Nick went but you can’t find him anymore either. “Great, now we lost Nick,” you groaned, facepalming while Chris tiptoed to see over the crowd. You were too short to see that high up so there was no point in trying, but Chris had spotted Nick’s blonde hair in the distance.
“He’s over there, I see him,” he says confidently, grabbing your shoulders and turning you in the direction he saw Nick. He pushes your shoulders lightly, guiding you in Nick’s general direction. When he felt like you guys were heading the right way, he let go of your shoulders and began walking next to you instead of behind you. “He might have gone this way,” he says, turning right and walking in the direction his gut was leading him.
“Which way?” You asked, looking over to where he was just standing. Another groan escaped your lips, you had just lost Chris too. For a while, you stood in place hoping that one of them would somehow find you, but after about 5 minutes you realized no one was going to find you in this large sea of people. Panic was beginning to build up inside of you, but you took a deep breath and calmed yourself down, determined to find your brothers so you guys could leave.
Your inner monologue was going crazy, thinking of all the things that could’ve happened to your brothers. For all you know, they could’ve all walked out of this building and were somewhere across the whole venue. First you passed the pigs, not finding anyone there. You asked some people if they’d seen any of your brothers, trying to describe what they looked like before realizing they were literally almost identical and that asking people wasn’t going to get you anymore.
Secondly, you passed the chickens, still coming up empty handed. By the time you had circled back to where you started, you were actually beginning to panic. You felt the tears brimming, trying to hold it in so you wouldn’t cry in front of a room full of strangers. Everything was slowly becoming too much, the animals, the people, the noise, even the smell was beginning to bother you again. Before the tears could flow, you heard Nick, “Oh thank God I found you!”
You turned in the direction you heard him, an instant wave of relief washing over your body. “Hey, you okay?” He asked softly, noticing how scared you looked. His hands were on your shoulders, grounding you. Once you saw him, you weren’t as scared, but the built up emotions from before had shaken you. You nodded your head in response, wiping a stray tear.
“Let’s go find Chris and Matt,” he suggested with a small smile. He slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him protectively. To your surprise, he was being very gentle with you. Ever since you’d shared your heartfelt story on the podcast, Nick had felt an urge to protect you like you’d always protected him, Chris and Matt.
You two did another lap around the building, making small talk along the way before deciding that Chris and Matt had probably left the building. As you two walked outside, you saw Chris and Matt walking in your direction each with a corndog in hand. They were too immersed in their own conversation to notice you and Nick.
“What the fuck?!” Nick shouted once they were in earshot, only saying it loud enough for them to hear. They perked up at this, looking in the direction of you two with confused looks on their faces. “We walked around that place like 5 fucking times looking for you idiots!” Nick exclaimed again. Matt shrugged, taking a bite from his corndog. “You’re both so annoying,” you grumbled, actually upset.
“We saw you guys, it looked like you were having a good time,” Chris commented before taking a bite of his own corndog, not catching that you were actually mad at them this time. “And we were hungry soooo… we got food,” Matt explains, offering you a bite of his food. You push his hand away in annoyance only causing him to offer Nick a bite. Nick rolled his eyes, but he took Matt up on the offer and took a bite. The corndog was good, but he was still mad.
“Let’s just go home,” you reply, feeling the exhaustion and anger ruin your mood. “Hmm yeah, it’s starting to get dark,” Chris agrees, dipping his corndog in mustard before taking yet another bite. Matt agrees with him, making a comment about how he hates driving at night. How could two people be so oblivious?
You decide to hold your tongue, instead humming and beginning to walk to your car. You’re quiet the entire ride home, not singing along to any of the songs Chris is playing and not engaging in any of the conversations surrounding you. Nick is the only who notices, both Matt and Chris still completely oblivious.
Finally, when you get home you sigh in relief and turn the car off. You unbuckle your seatbelt, getting out of the car and slamming the door in the process. “What’s her problem?” Chris asks, taken aback by how hard you slammed the door. Nick mentally facepalms, how is Chris just now noticing you were upset? “That was dramatic,” Matt chimes in, watching as you disappear into the house without waiting for them to get off the car.
“Are you guys that dumb?” Nick asks, unbuckling himself and gathering the bags that you all had accumulated throughout the day. “What? She slammed the door, not us,” Chris said, also gathering his things from the front seat. Matt was about to interject, but was swiftly interrupted by Nick, “She was looking for us inside that building!” Chris and Matt couldn’t be more confused.
“What building?!” Matt asked, raising his voice to the same level Nick had. “THE ONE WITH THE ANIMALS YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” Nick responded, unafraid to get loud. “Okay? We were looking for you guys too?” Chris responds sassily, not quite ready to raise his voice yet. “She was crying, though. I think she got really scared,” Nick’s voice softened a bit, remembering the scared look on your face and the tear that rolled down your cheek.
“Oh,” the other two mumbled, finally realizing that they had kinda ditched you two in there. “Let’s just go inside,” Nick sighs, opening his door and getting out of the car before walking inside the house. Chris and Matt felt bad now, but how were they supposed to know you’d get scared? Older sisters weren’t supposed to get scared. They got off the car and joined Nick inside.
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The next morning you woke up bright and early, still a little upset from yesterday, but not as upset as you were when you got home. Everyone was up already, you could hear noise coming from the kitchen and the triplets talking with your husband. You got ready for the day before heading downstairs, ready to greet your family in the kitchen. As you neared the final step, you stopped because you wanted to hear what the boys were talking about.
“You guys need to apologize, she was really scared,” Nick said, referring to yesterdays events. Leave it to Nick to try and make amends and keep everyone happy. You were going to walk in the kitchen, but Chris’s voice stopped you, “What if she cries again?”
“She’s going to cry, she always cries,” you hear Jack say, followed by the sound of whisking. ‘I hope he’s making pancakes,’ you thought before realizing that he had just called you a crybaby. He’s your husband and here he is agreeing with your brothers that you cry a lot. “When she comes down, I’ll apologize,” this time it was Matt who spoke, feeling a little nervous, but also sad. You two had never had a falling out before. Growing up you would only ever have big fights with Justin, sometimes having an argument or two with Nick, even a slight disagreement with Chris, but never had you been actually mad at Matt. He felt like he had failed you.
You were done waiting, you took the last step and rounded the corner. “Good morning,” you greeted, offering everyone a small smile, including your husband. You walk over to Jack only to see what he was making, but he thinks you’re going over for a kiss. He leans down, ready to plant his lips on yours, but you turn your head to the side and let it land on your cheek. He’s taken aback by this, but doesn’t say anything. You might’ve let him kiss you, but upon inspection you realized he was making eggs. ‘Gross,’ you thought, before walking over to the fridge for something to drink. You liked eggs, but you were hoping for pancakes.
“Morning,” Chris says awkwardly, coughing right afterwards to try and sound casual. “Morning,” Matt greets, sounding extremely nervous as he watches your every move. “How’d you sleep?” Nick asks, pouring cereal into a bowl. “Mmm pretty good for the most part,” you reply, grabbing the orange juice from inside the fridge before closing it. Nick hums in response, grabbing his bowl of cereal and walking over to the kitchen table.
“How did you guys sleep?” You ask, look between your three brothers. Nick knows you’re really only asking Chris and Matt so he stays quiet, silently eating his cereal as he prepares for the events to unfold. “Um, pretty good?” Chris’s answer is unsure, he’s scared to say the wrong thing. Was he supposed to say he had the worst sleep of his life? Cause if he was it would be a lie. He hated fighting with you, but he wasn’t the type to kiss ass just to earn forgiveness.
You nodded your head, not saying anything before looking at Matt. Matt hates this, he quickly realized you were probably going to scold them after this. “Same, I slept- um- I slept good,” he’s stuttering through his words, so nervous that he could probably shit himself. Nick is still munching away, watching you all intently. Jack, on the other hand, was too busy stirring his eggs to care about a sibling quarrel.
“Hmm, okay,” you respond, slowly nodding your head. “I’m sorry?” Chris finally says, wondering if that’s what you wanted to hear. You smirk a little, looking over expectantly at Matt this time. He realizes what this is and goes from nervous to annoyed. You weren’t even mad anymore, you were just trying to get them to apologize to embarrass them. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, avoiding your gaze in fear that he’ll go completely red.
“What was that? Sorry I couldn’t hear you,” you pushed, cupping a hand to your ear. “I’m sorry,” he replied again slightly louder than before. “I’m sorry, Nick could you hear him?” You look back at Nick who quickly shakes his head no, chuckling at the entire situation. “Go ahead Matt, we couldn’t hear you,” you had let go of Chris at this point to to get a better look at Matt.
“I’m sorry!” He’s almost shouting at this point, beyond annoyed with you. “Why didn’t you just say that the first time!” You ask innocently, hugging him dramatically. Matt attempts to wiggle out of your grasp making Chris, Nick and Jack laugh as they watch you two struggle like children.
“The eggs are ready!” Jack announces, turning the stove off and picking the pan up in order to serve everyone. “I wish they were pancakes,” you grumble, letting go of Matt to take a better look at the eggs. Matt sighs in relief, hating everything about the previous interaction.
“Yes, chef!” Jack salutes you like a soldier, turning the stove back on immediately. You laugh, finally giving him the kiss he didn’t get earlier.
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The last week flies by quickly and before you know it you’re back at the airport dropping your brothers off with more things than they arrived with. “I’m going to miss y’all,” you whisper into the group hug, not wanting to let go. The last two weeks had been so fun and now you probably won’t be together again until Thanksgiving or Christmas.
“We can always come back to visit,” Nick suggests, not wanting you to cry. There was always an opportunity to visit, especially on the weeks when their schedules were flexible. “Yeah, don’t be sad. Plus we call all the time,” Chris chimes in, the four of you breaking from your hug. You nod at this comment, knowing it was only half true. The times you were able to call them were slim, the time difference playing a sight role in your ability to coordinate a good time to talk.
“Plus there’s still Christmas,” Matt says, becoming sad at how far away it seems. “Yeah, you guys are right,” you admit. This wasn’t the end of the world, you’d see them again soon. You were mostly sad that you were going to be alone at home now when your husband was at work. Plus, in a month you’d be returning to work. You groaned internally at the thought of returning to work.
“Good afternoon passengers. This is a pre-boarding announcement for flight 76A to Los Angeles, California. All those boarding this flight please make your way towards the gate 3 immediately.” You hear over the intercom. Suddenly it feels more real, they were really leaving.
“That’s us,” Chris says, looking in the direction of the gate before grabbing ahold of his carryon and slinging it over his shoulder. You smile weakly at them, nodding your head. Of course you know they have to leave, you understand that they have a life of their own. “Alright, I guess we gotta go,” Nick says, offering you one last hug goodbye. “I love you guys, be safe. Call me when you get home,” you say as you hug him.
“So bossy,” Matt chuckles, offering you a hug of his own. You laugh a little as you hug him, too sad to argue with him over this comment. “This is the final boarding call for passengers on flight 76A to Los Angeles, California. Please proceed to gate 3 immediately.” The boys grab their things in a rush when they hear this.
“Okay guys, we gotta to go,” Chris says, ushering his brothers towards gate 3 as quickly as possible. Chris hated goodbyes, he didn’t see the point in all the sappy hugs and kisses. It’s not like you were never going to see each other again. You know this, so you don’t press him for a hug. “Yes! Go!” You agree, waving them in the direction of their boarding gate. They hurriedly walk away with all their things in their hands, looking back at you and waving. You were a little sad you didn’t get to hug Chris goodbye, but you’d survive. You watch as they rush to make it to their gate on time.
Just as you’re about turn to leave you see Chris stop and you swear you hear him groan. He drops his things and turns back to you. Before you know it he’s running back to you and engulfing you in a hug. The guilt was eating at him the closer he got to the gate, how was he going to leave without hugging his only sister goodbye? “I should’ve just hugged you the first time,” he says, resting his chin on the top of your head. You smile, wrapping your arms around your brother and rubbing his back. Who knew Chris could be such a sap?
“CHRIS!” Nick yells from the gate as he tries to tell the flight attendant to wait for him. “Okay, I gotta go now,” he lets go of you and runs towards where Nick is, grabbing his things in the process. “I’m going!” He yells, almost tripping from how quickly he’s running. They disappear into the gate, the doors closing behind them.
You were going to miss them, but you were so glad you had the chance to spend time with them.
PT.3
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A/n: you ask and you shall receive! I wrote a long story for you because I don’t really know if I want to turn this into a series, but I do want to provide you with enough content to hold you over haha. Hope you enjoy!!!! Also, for those just reading this story for the first time, go read part one for a better understanding of the little details.
- L.A.M.B 👼🏻💗
#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo x reader#matthew sturniolo x y/n#Christopher sturniolo x y/n#Nicolas sturniolo x y/n#Matthew sturniolo#teapartyanonreqs✨💗
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was it over then? ︴dr3
🎬 in which.. they have the messiest break-up ever
pt2! pt3!
danielricciardo just posted!
Let’s fast forward to 300 take out coffees later..💗
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📌 yourusername looking forward to 300 more with you 💗
user1 the IT couple!!
landonorris no pic credits? 😕
danielriccardo LANDO TOOK THE 1ST, 6TH, and 9TH PICTURES EVERYONE!!
landonorris THATS RIGHT I HAD TO SEE THAT IRL
user2 mama e papa
user3 PARENTS
lilymhe pls give yn back i miss her
danielriccardo no 😝
yourusername IM COMING LILY
f1gossip just posted!
RUMOR: Daniel Ricciardo and Y/N Y/LN on the rocks? Sources say their recent vacation was an attempt to keep their relationship alive after months pf arguments and possible infidelity.
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user1 NONONO
user2 yourusername danielricciardo PLEASE SAY ITS NOT TRUE
user3 its just a rumor its just a rumor its just a rumor its just a rumor
user4 STOP DONT DO THIS
user5 nuh uh
user6 ‘looking forward to 300 more with you’ THEY ARE NOT BREAKING UP
deuxmoi just posted a story!
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you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor
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user1 mom where is dad
user2 please no PLEASE
lilymhe love you to the moon and to saturn 💞
yourusername i love you too lils
user3 the smashed dr3 bottle NOO
user4 MOM PLEASE DAD MADE A MISTAKE
user5 ‘looking forward to 3000 more coffees with you’ to ‘you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor’ im gonna sleep on the highway
landonorris we’ll be alright 💛
user6 THE HARRY STYLES LYRIC AFTER THEIR WHOLE RELATIONSHIP WAS SO TAYLOR SWIFT I AM UNWELL
user8 STOP. MAKING ME CRY MORE.
f1wags just posted!
yn and daniel seen arguing last night.. i think its over you guys
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user1 nuh uh
user2 i refuse to believe this is real
user3 in my mind this is photoshopped
user4 STOP.
user5 i cant do this
user6 good riddance
user7 LOVE IS OVER
#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1#f1 fic#daniel ricciardo x reader#daniel ricciardo#daniel riccardo x reader#daniel riccardo imagine#daniel ricciardo x you#daniel ricciardo x yn#pt2 coming soon!#📌myfics!
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DRUMROLL
Me and @aurora-bore-aura have whipped up a Fabulous new au!
Introducing! The Lost Voices!
What happens when you toss in an Ex Hero, his “younger” and Older siblings(read Dani and Dan), His Two Partners, Red Robin on a Year long Vacay with his Partners Bernard and Kon and Ember the Pop Rock Ghost In one Van?
That's Right! Band Au bitches!!!! Well band and food truck au since I hc Bernard as Totes tone deaf.
Ok so
Danny! He retired, in desperate need of a new Vacation and Hobby.
And surprisingly Ember absolutely went wild when she invited him to ghost karaoke.
So his wail gave him a sirens voice, that's new. Welcome!
Wait. What if he made a Band?
Turns out Tucker is a Wizard with a soundboard. And Sam plays the Bass and drums nicely.
And for a bit the four played gigs all over the place, a niche band called the Lost Voices. (Sam suggested and that earned a surprising Kiss from Ember. Hey! Poly Band time hehehe)
Sure Tucker pre-recorded the drums. But they All agreed they wanted a bit more. A fresher view.
So! Auditions!
(Not done Bernard Yet)
Ok so Gay/Bi panic. And oh, the ancients were Tim and Kon good.
Tims voice a holy thing and his drum playing is even better.
And Kon!!! The piano was a surprise but man his fingers moved at a unmatched speed. Ok Danny *knew* they were semi death touched. Eh probably just liminal.
So they are invited! And they play in metropolis for a while and they start booming
Tim and Kon grin seeing a opportunity.
One Band van, one food truck and a Tour set up later? They are officially on the road and on tour for a Year. With Dan Driving and Dani happily along the ride they are set!
Tim did make it clear its a vacation and he would send postcards unless it's monthly call or emergency.
Babs is still laughing because he forgot to mention he is in the band that's rising faster then Canaries old band.
Oh well, time to remind Dick and Bruce to not constantly call.
Pt1(Here!) Pt2. Pt3. Pt4
#art#artists on tumblr#my art#dp au#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#danny phantom#danny fenton#ember mclain#tucker foley#sam manson#tim drake#kon el#conner kent#bernard dowd#timkonber#poly as hell guys#the whole band falls for eachother#the lost voices band au#band au
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We need more Jenni headcannons!!!!😌😌
jenni as your girlfriend would be like.. pt2
author notes: i gotchu babes 💕 enjoy it
➜ jenni's favorite type of kiss is forehead kisses. they just do something for her
➜ she steals your clothes when she has to go away for camp during international break. it doesn't matter if you're smaller than her because she'll just use your shirt as a croptop then. you won't even notice until someone posts a photo of her on instagram and you realize that's your shirt she's wearing
➜ got your initials tattooed on her back somewhere for you two's fourth anniversary. she didn't even tell you. the way you found out was when she was changing & when you asked her about it, jenni was just like "oh yeah do you like it?"
➜ if you have younger siblings, she becomes the fun auntie essentially. always taking them places and giving them her jerseys
➜ is such a baby around you. she just wants to be babied so bad. rub her back, massage her hair, kiss away all her worries, she needs it 🫂
➜ double texts all the time especially if you don't reply cause like she's your girlfriend, how busy could you possibly be that you couldn't reply?
➜ loves going on vacations with you. she drags you to the beach everyday or at least somewhere in the city you two are staying in. jenni likes going out! she doesn't want to be stuck in the hotel all day
➜ jealous asf 💔 she wants your attention on her only. she will annoy you until all your attention is focused on her
➜ calls you her lucky charm every time you come to a match. she dedicates her goals to you
➜ picks you up and throws you over her shoulder just because she can (she likes showing off her strength)
➜ jenni drags you along to the gym every time she goes. using you as a weight when she does push-ups.
➜ always says "if you loved me you would.." when you don't do what she wants right away
➜ sometimes acts like she can't do something, so that you will do it for her because she just likes it better when you do it
© thinkingaboutjaedyn
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Masterlist!
AESPA
G!p Besties WinChae thoughts! Winter x Chaewon x reader!
Mean Karina thoughts! Karina x reader!
Mascara stains! G!p ningning x reader!
Step-sis G!p Karina x fem reader!
Le sserafim
Heat Yunjin x sakura x reader!
Sunset and the beach! Yunjin x reader!
G!p Yunjin with an inexperienced reader! G!p Yunjin x reader!
Sorry baby!
Frat party! G!p Kazuha x reader!
Guilty pleasure!G!p Hotcoolz x reader!
Little doll! G!p Hotcoolz x reader!
Hotcoolz threesome thoughts! Hotcoolz x reader!
Yunjin camcorder thoughts! G!p Yunjin x reader!
Sub le sserafim thoughts!
Slumber pleasure! G!p Kazuha x Yunjin x reader!
Concert! G!p Chaewon x reader!
Non-con g!p purinz thoughts! G!p Purinz x reader!
The hoop to my heart! G!p basketball player Yunjin x basketball player virgin reader
Rough Kazuha x cute female reader!
Missing puzzle piece! G!p Sakura x reader
Simple love! Fluff Eunchae x reader!
Yunjin fwb texts!
Let me teach you! G!p Yunjin x g!p minji x reader!
Fate! G!p Sakura x g!p chaewon x reader!
Sakura x reader!
Crocheted love! G!p sakura x fem reader!
G!p Yunjin x fem reader!
Yunjin x ceo fem reader!!
Ive
Consequences! G!p Yujin x reader!
Wonyoung g!p thoughts! G!p Wony x reader!
Stepmom Yujin x fem reader!
Stepmom Yujin x fem reader! Part two!
New jeans
Baby I’m back! G!p minji x reader!
Love in the air! G!p minji x reader!
Hmm baby? G!p hanni x reader!
Hmm baby? Pt2
Secret crush! G!p minji x reader!
Couple goals! G!p hanni x reader!
Tired! G!p minji x reader!
Down bad! G!p minji x reader!
Better workout! G!p minji x reader!
G!p bbangsaz thoughts!
Vacation! G!p hanni x reader!
Virgin reader x g!p hanni thoughts/drabble!
Nerdy girlfriend! Minji x reader!
Overstimulated baby girl minji x reader!
Let me teach you! G!p Yunjin x g!p minji x reader!
G!p gamer hanni x reader!
Public Sex with Minji!
You can’t miss a doctor’s appointment! G!p Minji x Fem reader!
Fuck girl basketball player G!p Hanni x fem reader!
Enhypen
Winter night! Riki x reader!
Softie! Riki x reader!
Pigtails and ribbons! Riki x reader!
Sleepover! Riki x reader!
Enhypen with a shorter partner! OT7!
Arcade! Riki x reader!
Riki nishimura and Princess treatment!
Cookies! Jay x reader!
Princess treatment with park Jongseong! Jay x reader!
More than friends! Riki x reader!
Am I short or are you just so tall? Riki x reader!
G-idle!
Counting sheeps! G!p Soyeon x fem reader!
Stepsis soyeon x fem reader!
#Jwans masterlist🍓#le sserafim smut#enhypen fluff#aespa smut#ive smut#new jeans hanni smut#new jeans minji smut
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SUMMER LOVE | jd
SOCIAL MEDIA!AU
jack doohan x fem!latina!reader
side note: this is just a lil cute one hehe
side note pt2: back in my jack doohan era because of this request i've refound in my inbox :)
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yourusername if you're reading this i graduated
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yourfriend served cunt until the last minute of high school 💅🏻
⤷ yourusername rip getting dress coded, you'll always be famous 😔🤚🏼
yourbestfriend we're basically grownups now
⤷ yourusername ssshhh
jackdoohan i'm so so proud of you!! ❤️ still bummed out i couldn't be there 😕
⤷ yourusername summer break can't come soon enough!!!
⤷ jackdoohan you'll love my surprise for you 🤭
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yourusername happy little accidents 🥭
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yourbestfriend ugh i'm so jealouuussss it looks so beautiful there 😩
⤷ yourusername the vibes are truly ✨ immaculate ✨
yourfriend i want someone to take me to a tropical island for my graduation as well
⤷ yourusername 10/10 would recommend one
jackdoohan idk what's prettier, the island or the girl i'm on the island with
⤷ yourusername i wouldn't even judge if you said it's the island because same
yourmom ¡Que te diviertas mi niña! ❤️❤️ (have fun my girl!)
⤷ yourusername ¡gracias mamá! (thank you mom!)
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yourusername is it really a good vacation if you don't go surfing at least once?
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jackdoohan no ❤️
⤷ yourusername glad we agree on that
yourfriend so i've never been on a good vacation because i never learnt how to surf
⤷ yourusername correct 🤭
yourbestfriend don't drink and surf
⤷ yourusername i don't think i know how to surf if i don't have a drink
#jack doohan#jack doohan imagine#jack doohan x reader#jack doohan x you#jack doohan x y/n#jack doohan fluff#f2 imagine#f2 imagines#f2 x reader#f2 x you#f2 x y/n#f2 fluff#f2 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 social media au#f1 x reader#f1 instagram au#f1 fanfiction#f1 x you#f1 x y/n#f1 smau#f1 fluff#f2 social media au#f2 smau
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Sweet Nothings (1)
Carlos Sainz x pageant queen! reader
Summary: All that they ever wanted was sweet nothings but everything changed like midnight rain? Who knows.
Sweet Nothings: 1, 2, 3. 4
A/N: Idea hits me because I remember how AD 2021 was at the same time as Miss Universe 2021. Its supposed to be a one shot but then there was a limit for the photos lol so stay tune for pt2
YNjpeg (2016)
Y/Njpeg me being so excited about my first grand prix while carlos is sitting and getting his hair done lol
CarlosSainz55 have to look good when you are the most beautiful woman in the universe
YNjpeg stoppppppp, you're making me blush
CarlosSainz55 its the truth
User5 is this how he gets his hair so good after the race?
Y/Njpeg i think so, its a very long process
User6 Y/N you have been so excited and so nice. Hope to see you in more GPs.
User7 i met her too, she was so nice to talk to!
User8 oh to be in a grand prix and meet her
User10 she isn't even that pretty
User11 i bet they won't last long
User12 get a life!!
Maxverstappen1 is this why he is late to our meeting?
CarlosSainz55 get off her instagram and leave us alone
Maxverstappen1 Y/N, he is fighting me again
YNjpeg boys please play nice
CarlosSainz55 i love you mi amorr
YNjpeg love you moreeeeeee
Maxverstappen1 cmon even on instagram???
CarlosSainz55 (2017)
CarlosSainz55 a day off and mi amor joined me!!
YNjpeg always the happiest when he is on his vroom vroom
CarlosSainz55 incorrect. always happiest when im with you
YNjpeg really?? you are so sweet
User6 even during his day offs, carlos still goes karting
User7 carlos looks so happy thereeee
User8 is carlos competitive when karting?
YNjpeg yes he is. bro thinks he is in f1
User8 omg lol HAHAHHAHAA
CarlosSainz55 (2018)
CarlosSainz55 Race day shot. Photo taken by the most beautiful girl in the universe
YNjpeg will always be rooting for you!
CarlosSainz55 i love you
User16 lord i want what they have
User7 Vamos Carlos!!
User11 Goodluck for todays race Carlos!!
User19 look at his eyes, he is so in love with the photographer
CarlosSainz55 its because Y/N is my photographer
User2 LOOK AT CARLOS BEING SO WHIPPEDT
CarlosSainz55 (2019)
CarlosSainz55 recharging the batteries with the most beautiful girl in the universe
YNjpeg who is that extremely handsome man?
CarlosSainz55 your boyfriend
YNjpeg am so luckyyy
User10 the visuals in this photo
User11 they look so good together!!!
User12 i dont know if i wanna be them or date them
User15 same
YNjpeg (2019)
YNjpeg where the sky meets the sea
User27 its just a silhouette but why is it prettier than me?
YNjpeg don't say that, you are beautiful sunshine
User5 Y/N has always been the sweetest wag ever
User6 enjoy your vacation Y/N
YNjpeg thank you!!
LandoNorris wow no photo credit???
YNjpeg stop stealing my boyfriend first
LandoNorris excuse you, that's my husband
User8 I hope Carlos and Y/N stays together forever
User9 right?? they are such a power couple
CarlosSainz55 (2020)
CarlosSainz55 its day 14 of lockdown and i found some old treasures
YNjpeg OHMYGOD, YOU ARE SO CUTE!!!
YNjpeg wait, where did you get that photo of me???
User7 just imagine if they have kids in the future
User8 the genes of the kids
User9 omg i can imagine them as parents
LandoNorris mate please make children already
CarlosSainz55 you muppet, it doesn't work like that
LandoNorris cmon im gonna be the best uncle
CarlosSainz55 i highly doubt that
LandoNorris RUDE!
CarlosSainz55 (2021)
CarlosSainz55 attending the first party with Ferrari and I have the most beautiful woman in the universe
User6 ohmygod!!!!! the looks
User7 ITS GIVING OLD MONEY
User8 THEY LOOK ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS!!!
User9 name a more stunning couple than Y/N and Carlos
User10 its so fun to see that Y/N has been with Carlos during his Toro Rosso days till Ferrari
User11 we love a supportive couple
User12 i hope they stay strong
User13 break up with her, she isn't even that pretty
User14 thank god someone finally said it. she just has too much make up on
User16 can you both shut up. your opinions are irrelevant
YNjpeg (2021)
YNjpeg i can't believe that it's finally me and you, and you and me
Just us, and your friend Steve #ForeverThirdWheel
LandoNorris Know your place
YNjpeg sidechick
Charles_Leclerc fight him Y/N
CarlosSainz55 you know that you are my only one
YNjpeg see that LandoNorris ???
LandoNorris what about us?? what about everything we've been through
User5 Carlos and Lando's friendship is so wholesome
User6 no matter what team they are in, they are friends
User7 loving the banter between Y/N and Lando
User9 Y/N realizing in 2019 that her biggest competition is not Carlos' fangirls but rather Lando Norris
User8 its so entertaining hahaha
YNjpeg (2022)
YNjpeg homebodys for date night
User6 gorgeous couple!!
User7 anyone noticing how Carlos seems serious?
User8 Y/N is all smiley and Carlos is also serious, is something happening
User9 would you just chill out??
CarlosSainz55 the most beautiful girl in the universe
User10 we can all calm down, Carlos commented!
User55 if they break up, i will literally cry
CarlosSainz55 (2023)
CarlosSainz55 you will always be the prettiest girl in the whole universe, I'll miss you.
LandoNorris so dramaticcc
YNjpeg not my fault, you aren't a romantic
LandoNorris he is mine first
YNjpeg he has been mine since 2016 beat that!
LandoNorris you suck
YNjpeg i love you. always grateful to have you around mi amor
CarlosSainz55 i'll always be here just like you have been with me
YNjpeg am currently running to hug you
User7 I made the mistake of looking at the comments
User8 It feels like a good day to lie down in a highway
User9 same girl
User15 why are they being so cryptic?? where is she going???
User16 i dont wanna say it but they may be breaking up
User17 breaking up?? they have been together for years
User18 maybe they are getting tired of each other
2024
F1Gossips just posted a photo.
F1Gossips we cant help but notice the absence of Carlos Sainz's long term girlfriend Y/N in the paddock for the past few grand prix. Source says that Y/N has not been spotted after she attended the Suzuka GP 2023. Is this the end of the couple?
User1 Say sike right now.
User2 Its april fools,don't believe anything that they are saying
User3 honey its already april 2
User4 I fear that we have come to an end.
User5 No,this is cant be. How can you drop an 8 year relationship like that???
User6 Right? Im not believing anything till they say something.
User21 Don't you realize that they don't have any responsibility to say anything to us about their private life, jeez.
User7 poor carlos,losing his trainer then losing his seat and now losing his girlfriend??? man has a hard year
User8 I never liked her anyway
User9 right??? she gives weird vibes
User10 just say you are jealous of her and go
Y/Njpeg just posted a photo
YNjpeg This year is a period of growth and change. Its difficult but I think I like her a lot better.
User2 Mom what is this cryptic posts???
User4 Im not ready for them
User5 You look beautiful Y/N
LandoNorris i miss you!!
YNjpeg miss you more muppet. Eat your fish!
LandoNorris I don't miss you that much
User7 She is glowing and stunning!!! Is this the post-break up effect?
User8 Can we just be happy how happy she looks???
User9 Man, she fumbled real bad
User10 yeaah like how can you break up with Carlos?
User11 ohmygod you two are delusional.
ChiliUpdates just posted a photo.
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ChiliUpdates Carlos Sainz is having a brilliant year with weekly podiums and race wins. He is now closing the gap to Verstappen by 4 points. Carlos WDC 2024???
User4 carlos driving like a man without a seat
User5 girl he literally has no seat for 2025
User4 oh my bad. i forgot!!1 this was supposed to be a joke
User6 im so proud of carlos,he deserves this
User7 but you know what I miss seeing Y/N's face when Carlos wins. He would always wink at her and point at her when he is up there.
User8 we are a child of divorce
User9 and the fact that Y/N is in the likes
User10 heartbroken so many times
User11 carlos is really challenging max this year
User12 agree,its been more and more exciting.
User88 Im so glad Ferrari and McLaren are finally catching up on that rocketship of Max
User24 RIGHT?? WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT
User13 I hope Sainz wins this year.
PageantQueens just posted a photo
PageantQueens Presenting the candidate of the Philippines, Miss Y/N Y/L/N. What do you think about her?
User2 she is gorgeous!!!
User45 not only gorgeous, her interviews made her sound eloquent
User28 yes QUEEN!!!
User3 im from netherlands but miss philippines is my queen
User4 crown her already
User6 wait hold up that's Y/N as in Carlos' Y/N
User7 omg??? its her!
User9 HOW COME WE DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT IT
User8 CARLOS FUMBLED A SOON TO BE MISS UNIVERSE???
User11 okay i just remembered how Carlos used to call her the prettiest girl in the universe, he manifested this
User36 what???
User84 and now its not only carlos calling her the prettiest girl in the universe but everyone
User44 please dont make me cry rn
#carlos sainz x reader#f1 x reader#f1 imagines#f1 fanfic#f1 social media au#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz fluff#carlos sainz angst
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simon riley (smut) masterlist
just friends
simon's secret wife
kia but not (simon is not a ghost!)
camping trip (ghost x reader with soap watching)
gym sex w a stranger
stranger on vacation one shot
your toxic ex
stranger in your bed
your older ta
break in pt2
apartment w ex bf drabble
watcher (inspired by apartment w ex bf)
sleepy morning (part of the two lieutenants series, can be standalone)
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Treat me like a slut with Goo Eli and Johan ?
TREAT ME LIKE A SLUT! 🎀
Pairing: lookism men x f! Reader 💗 pt2
Warning: sexual theme and make out sesh 💋!
Summary: lookism men react to the song: treat me like a slut when you play your playlist !
GOO KIM 💎
This sex maniac has the HIGHEST sex drive, so it’s no kidding that even just a brush against his crotch would have you bent over and fucked ruthless.
When this song played during a tik tok, goo immediately turned around to you wiggling his eyebrows. you brushed him off saying it’s just a song, but he’s already imagining things.
And there you were being fucked into the couch the popcorn of movie night falling down and decorating the floor. the movies sounds now being muted by your moans and protests against the blondie on top of you.
The scratches and bites were useless against him ,you made him hard and you were gonna pay for it. He puts you on your right side one leg in the air and his leg between your thighs. Cock pumping in and out of you, you try and smack his arm and scratch it. But he just grips your wrists and holds them down your chest just pounding away.
“No we’re not done yet, not until your spilling with my cum.” His voice deep and a few whimpers leave his mouth.
“G-ooah! It’s to much, it’s to muhhh!” Your babbling gets quickly shut up by his own lips connecting with yours. Tongue forcing inside your mouth his hips not even stopping for a second.
“I’ll show ya how a slut gets treated, cockwhore .”
ELI JANG 💇♂️
You often babysat yenna for Eli, all he asked you is to watch your language near her. Simple right? Wrong. you forgot you were around a child and sang the song anyways.
One minute you were watching yenna and the next you were thrown on a bed. Before it all got dark.
“Ah, ah ohh! Shitttt! Eli, Mmphm!-“
Smack!
One harsh slap against your jiggling ass has you crying even louder wailing, but it drives you crazy causing you to move back against Eli’s cock that was drilling inside you.
“I told you watch that fucking filthy mouth, and what did you do? Disobey me.”
SMACK! SMACK ! SMACK! !!
the spanking gets harder and harder till the point you can feel stinging, but still you move back against him smiling at him in pleasure.
Your face getting pushed more into the pillow and Eli yanking your hair back with one hand while the other keeps spanking you.
“Ah your smiling are you? Let’s change that, slut.”
“Keep up , because I’m gonna absolutely fuckin’ ruin you, that’ll teach you.”
JOHAN SEONG 🐕
This poor guy just wanted to finish his day from white tiger job center, but when he came home to the sight of you just naked getting ready for bed you couldn’t prepare yourself for what was to come.
All you felt in the moment was his tie from his suit placed in your mouth forming a gag.
“What’s wrong? Come on speak up. tell me what you want baby.”
He laughs at your crying form, legs spread to your chest and each time he thrusts the bed shakes and your breasts slightly jiggle.
Holding onto his neck he increases his speed and roughness hitting that one spot that made you arch your back and toes curl. he kissed your cheeks and mocked your crying face.
“Oh? Oh? Oh? Your moans are pathetic do you know that? Like a real porn star, aren’t you just cute.”
“Just prepare yourself, we’ve got a long night ahead I’ll turn you into a real slut.”
The only time you punks ask for fics is when I’m on an vacation, but I love you little rebels so it’s fine.
💌 ask box continues to stay open, and for all the anonymous people that requested fics, they’ll be uploaded soon.
#goo kim lookism#goo kim smut#eli jang#eli jang smut#johan seong lookism#johan seong smut#johan seong#lookism smut#lookism scenarios#samiiblogs 📼#samii 🎸
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stray kids masterlist
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bang chan
stay with me
mornings with chan ✨
first love
surprises
drunk confessions #5
seven years of pining (hogwarts au)
baby fever
meet-cute
touchy
7 minutes in heaven
mechanic's shop
little date at the shop
miss you
freak accident
a tmi
long-distance
girl dad 🎀
not ready for goodbyes
secret secret
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lee minho
jealousy
new discovery
camping trip
don't let me love you
mornings with minho ✨️
picture time with 2min
drunk confessions #4
booty slaps
proposal
klutz
nye
telling the boys you're pregnant
new seat
pat down
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seo changbin
no doubts
mornings with changbin ✨
simp for me
drunk confessions #2
bf texts with changbin ✨️
comfort
personal trainer
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hwang hyunjin
dance practice
art exhibit
forbidden
ysl event
mornings with hyunjin ✨
butterflies
bf texts with hyunjin ✨
love in france? pt2
ramen in the cold room
just say you like me
gifts
like father, like son
night time visits
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han jisung
amusement park
mornings with jisung ✨
second chances
bf texts with jisung ✨️
i love you
neck kissing
#1 3RACHA supporter
drunk confessions #3
lake house vacation
school boy crush
subby drunk
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lee yongbok felix
you're home
a new home
ysl event
mornings with felix ✨
same glasses, different prescription
bf texts with felix ✨
sleepy boy
drunk confessions #1
who's on top now
pranking the husband
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kim seungmin
karaoke night
mornings with seungmin ✨
baseball love
picture time with 2min
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yang jeongin
embarrassing
secret secret
mornings with jeongin ✨
bf texts with jeongin ✨
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ot8
valentine - hyung line maknae line
skz street racing au
too hot - hyung line
showing your 🍒 during an argument - hyung line maknae line
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EL!HUGHES AU MASTERLIST
au: in which Jack and y/n (lovie) have a daughter named Eleanor, El for short!
if you have any blurb ideas, questions, scenarios, thoughts, ideas of any kind for this au, my asks are always open!
THOUGHTS FOR THIS AU CAN BE FOUND BY BROWSING THE TAG EL!HUGHES AU
the playlist for this au can be found on apple music and spotify
FICS:
The Start of It All
Motherhood (the original start of the el!hughes au)
Happy Birthday & Mother’s Day! (insta edit)
Overwhelmed
Fight
Throwbacks (insta edit)
Lukey’s B-Day (insta edit)
Quinny’s B-Day (insta edit)
Surprise! (insta edit)
Second Trimester (18+)
Gender Reveal (insta edit)
Sweet Sweet Baby
Welcome to the World (insta edit)
BLURBS:
el’s first time at the lake house
skin-to-skin
el’s first game
finding out they’re pregnant
the devils meeting el
el’s first family skate
co-sleeping
grandma ellen & grandpa jim
el gets a playoff jacket
announcing the pregnancy
el goes to uncle quinn’s family skate
gender reveal
el spends time with her uncles
jack missing a milestone
labor
el’s clingy phase
jack carrying el in a baby carrier
el gets hurt
first date night since el
lovie & jack’s el free morning
baby shoes
the family finding out lovie is pregnant again
el being jack’s biggest fan
IMPORTANT AU THOUGHTS:
jack and lovie headcanons
jack and lovie’s origin
how y/n became “lovie”
lovie on the kiss cam
lovie & trev = bff’s
how did they reveal the gender?
jack always talking to el
chunky baby el
el’s nickname’s
el being scared of graves
lovie getting a clogged milk duct
el’s reaction to jack’s missing tooth
jack being proud of lovie
luke’s disgust with breast milk
jack trying lovie’s breast milk
luke moving in with them
how long does luke live with them?
el’s uncle luke phase
el’s uncle luke phase pt2
el’s reaction to luke possibly moving out
el’s reaction to luke getting a gf
el and luke’s gf bonding
el having her own room at luke’s
lovie’s relationship with quinn
el & lovie cheering up jack & luke after a loss
trevor being a bad influence
el being a biter
jack being possessive over lovie the milf
jack’s el tattoo
a mean lovie sign at a game
el & uncle trevor
el freaking jack out with a “boyfriend”
el’s pre-game rituals
lovie and el sitting by a mean fan
uncle quinn visiting
lovie’s not “shy”
jack the “baby daddy”
lovie’s thoughts on jack tiktoks
who helps el with homework?
jack loves ogling lovie
lovie & jack pregnancy scares
jack’s bday & mother’s day morning
el’s cards for jack & lovie
lovie the sister
lovie & jack’s double day celebrations
has jack gotten shit for marrying young?
lovie’s tattoos
lovie & jack’s off-season vacation
lovie & jack take el to disney world
el the water baby
lovie ogling jack as he works out
el’s first birthday
el’s one year milestones
possessive lovie
how lovie and el dress
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A Polaroid Is Worth A Thousand Words
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader (Fluff, Humour, Smut)
Summary: It’s summer break! You, your boyfriend, and your friends go on a road trip to meet with the Byers in California. Chaos ensues
Word Count: 7.9k
Warnings: Self-esteem issues/previous negative body image, MDNI 18+, explicit consent, protected sex, innocence kink, corruption kink, praise kink, a little dumbification, a little hand kink, a little oral fixation, a hint of temperature play, a hint of a choking kink, fingering, piv penetration, semi-public sex, virgin!reader, blatant misuse of a popsicle
A/N: I was inspired to write this because I had to pack for my vacation to a beach area. I know this is pretty divergent from my regular stuff. I try to write fluff only (and honestly this is my first time writing anything nsfw) but I’ve been thinking about this specific scenario a lot and I had a long plane ride so… yea. The intrusive horny thoughts won today
Also most of this was written pre-part 2 so I’m just gonna ignore cannon lmao. I actually haven’t watched it yet (I made the mistake of opening Tumblr because I forgot it was July 1st and instantly saw a spoiler, so I’m aware of… things). This can be considered an AU because I know that it doesn’t match up with s4 pt2 at all
The last sentence is a gift for all the people who miss Eddie
Light wash or dark wash? A dilemma that has taken twenty precious minutes from your life. Space in your luggage is limited, and you’re too indecisive to make a choice. Which pair of jeans to bring isn’t the first tough fashion decision you’ve had to make tonight. Over half of your closet is scattered around you. Clothes on hangers struggle to grip onto every ledge available in your room.
Typically, you’d pick the most comfortable clothes from your closet and call it a day, but you and Eddie made a deal. He’d told you that if ‘86 was his year, it would be yours too. At first, you pretended not to know what he was talking about, but he’d just raised his eyebrow, and you knew he knew.
High school had caused a lot of insecurities about your body, mainly because of your “friends” who were catty at best and downright rude at worst. Every day, they’d rate each other’s outfits. However, when it came to you, they always commented about your body rather than your clothes. There had never been a day where you’d felt comfortable in your skin. Getting together with Eddie was one of the best things to happen to you. He helped you to gain your confidence back after years of suppression. He’d always gone out of his way to help you; it was how you’d met.
It was dark that night. The grey storm clouds looming over Hawkins threatened to release a torrent of rain at a moment's notice. They’d been around for days, intimidating but never actually storming. Unfortunately, luck was not on your side. The rain was predicted to pour the night of your graduation.
Even though graduating is a momentous occasion, the ceremony was boring beyond belief. The school had been too cheap to rent a venue, so the entire class of ‘85 and the accompanying families were squeezed into the gym. The speeches were shallow, it smelled like homecoming, Tammy Thompson performed a horrendous rendition of your class song, and to top it all off: you didn’t even get your diploma, just the holder. Everyone had to return with an ID the next day to get the real thing.
Afterward, you were dying to get home, but your friends wanted to attend some grad party. And by “grad party,” they meant going to an abandoned barn and getting shitfaced with half the class. Parties had never been your thing, much less one where everyone would be so fucked up. Maybe you were naive and wanted to believe your friends cared about you, but you didn’t expect them to be so upset that you didn’t want to go.
Thinking you would be hanging out with your friends, your family had left. To make matters worse, it was sprinkling meaning the storm had finally started. If you walked home, the rain would only fall harder, meaning you would get soaked. You asked your friends to drop you off at home, but they said, “The only place we’re going is the party. You’re either coming with, or you’re walking.”
You walked.
Down the jagged streets, you trekked for a few blocks. It was miserable. Your heels hurt your feet, but there was no way you’d walk through the muck and debris barefooted. Your robes were massive, inconvenient, and so thin the wind blew right through you. You were right about the rain. Effectively soaked, you were sure you’d be sick the next day. The disappointment got to you. What was supposed to be a happy day felt impossibly terrible. Sniffling, you weren’t sure if the water on your face was tears or raindrops.
A pair of headlights blinded you, so you raised your arm over your eyes to block the brightness. Brakes screech as the vehicle comes to a stop. Lowering your arm, you see the driver’s side window roll down. Inside is someone you never expected: Eddie Munson.
He seems as confused as you but leans out the window to shout over the wind, “Need a ride?” Considering your options, walk home and potentially get frostbite or ride in a van safe from the rain, you chose the van. Thinking back, it was stupid to trust a man in a van offering to drive you home in the middle of the night, but in the moment, the thought that he may be dangerous hadn’t even crossed your mind.
Running across the street, you open the door and put your soaked cap and holder into the van. Thank goodness they hadn’t given you your actual diploma; it would’ve been ruined in the storm. You unzip the gown, shimmy out of the thin, itchy fabric, and then sit in his passenger seat and shut the door. Embarrassed about the massive wet spot you’re going to leave, you mutter shyly, “Sorry about your seats, Eddie.”
You realize too late you’ve used his name, despite never talking to him before, but he didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he was distracted by the beautiful and, quite frankly, fancy dress you wore underneath your gown. So distracted, he took a second too long to respond, “It’s fine. This van has seen worse.” Unsure of what he means, you don’t reply and buckle your seat belt. He continues, “So, where are you headed? The party is the other way, y’know.”
You wrinkle your nose as tears gather in your eyes again. Vigorously shaking your head, you declare, “I wanna go home.” His eyes soften when you tack on a weak “please,” to your request.
He nods, “Of course. Where do you live?” You notice how his tone becomes gentler, his energy lowering to match your mood. He accommodates you effortlessly, but the thought only hurts your heart, knowing your friends would never do that for you. Hearing your address, he pulls a u-turn and drives toward your house.
You’re both silent, but he keeps glancing at you. Finally, he voices the words he’d been holding back, “Are you okay?” There’s hesitance in his voice as if he doesn’t know whether or not the question will break the relatively calm air of the ride. You genuinely consider ignoring him for a moment before deciding that would be incredibly rude.
Fidgeting with your fingers, you attempt to summarize your night, “I just- Well, after graduating, my friends wanted to go to the party, but I didn’t. I don’t know why they got mad. I guess they didn’t want to drive over to my house cause it’s out of the way. I live far from school, so I kinda get it, I guess.” You couldn’t help but make excuses for them. You didn’t know any better.
Though you couldn’t, Eddie recognized how toxic your friends were and pointed it out, “Sounds like you have shitty friends. A real friend would’ve driven you anywhere you wanted.” You stare at your feet. Deep down, you’ve always known your friends weren’t good for you, but they were comfortable, familiar. He just voices the thoughts you’ve been too scared to acknowledge yourself.
Internally, you rewatch every moment they’d treated you poorly, every time they’d disregarded your feelings, every time they’d been… shitty. “You’re right,” you say softly before laughing in disbelief and repeating louder, “you’re right. They are shitty friends. I can’t believe I didn’t know.” Turning to look at him, you smile, “Thank you.”
He seems baffled at your sudden realization, unsure if you’re being serious, but he still smiles back. “Y’know,” he offers, “Since you’re now friendless, you’re gonna need new friends.” Your eyes widen in alarm. How could you forget? Seeing your panic, he quickly adds, “Maybe I could be your friend?”
Insecurities bubble in your chest, and you question, “But what if you don’t like me? Like, when you get to know me?” Right as you voice your concerns, he pulls up to your house. Parking in front of your home, he unbuckles his seatbelt and turns in his seat.
“Why don’t we get to know each other right now? I have nowhere else to be.” Almost six months later, you’d found out that he had somewhere else to be: the party. He was planning on making bank from the drunk graduates who wanted to party hard. The funds he could’ve gotten probably would’ve paid for two or three months’ rent.
You agreed to chat, excited he wanted to talk to you. Both of you had stayed up for hours talking about anything and everything. You’d only left because you got so tired your eyelids wouldn’t stay open. For the next few months, you saw Eddie around a lot. You also met your new best friends, Steve and Robin, during that time. Working at Scoops-Ahoy was a fun, positive experience. It was even more exciting when Eddie would visit you, though Steve and Robin teased you endlessly for it. At least, it was fun until the “mall fire,” when you experienced the horrors of the Upside Down for the first time.
When news spread about the disaster, Eddie spent hours searching for you. When you’d finally been reunited, he’d confessed that the experience made him realize he couldn’t deal with the idea of losing you. At first, you were confused and thought he was trying to break off your friendship, but he realized you didn’t understand and told you point-blank he wanted to be your boyfriend. You were ecstatic and rushed to let your friends know about your new relationship. They had been excited for you, though Robin and Steve told Eddie privately that if he hurt you, he’d be in deep shit.
Your first date had been perfect. He took you to a park for a picnic. His cooking skills were… subpar, but it’s the thought that counts, and he had obviously tried very hard to please you. And, if that wasn’t enough, he gave you a polaroid camera. He said it was because he wanted to capture every beautiful moment with you. Your teasing about his cheesiness was to cover the way your heart swooned at how sweet he was.
Smiling at the memory, you search through your things to get the camera. Finding it in your dresser drawer, you grab a bunch of extra film and some colourful markers to shove in your backpack. Even though you’ve successfully packed a few items, there’s still the wardrobe dilemma left. With a groan, you return to your jeans and begin the internal debate again.
It takes a few hours of sorting and a break to eat dinner, but you’ve finally chosen all the clothes you want to bring. Now, all that’s left is your swimsuits. You grab a one-piece to be conservative, though it’s not your style. Going back in, you pull out a few mismatched high-waisted bottoms and bikini tops. Putting those away, you move to shut your drawer but hesitate.
Last summer, you were heading to work when you saw the cutest bikini set in the window of a store. It had a strawberry print and frilly detailing with ties on the top and bottom to adjust the size. That swimsuit haunted your thoughts your entire shift, so when you headed home for the day, you bought it. You were at the peak of your negative self-image then, so you never wore the bikini out. It was pretty, but it drew attention to insecurities you hadn’t felt comfortable showing in public.
You’re still not sure if you have the confidence to wear it, but your promise to Eddie makes you bring it anyway. If this is supposed to be your year, you want to wear your favourite bikini. And, if you have doubts, you can probably ask Robin what she thinks? She wouldn’t lie to you.
Content with everything in your luggage, you head to bed and mentally prepare to be stuck in a car with Dustin for hours. You love him like a little brother, but he does not do well when he can’t move around.
You slept in a little that morning, getting up at ten. Sitting in a car is oddly tiring, so you’ll definitely need that extra rest. Gathering up your luggage, you move it to your door. Everyone agreed to meet at your house, so you can chill in the kitchen until noon. You know they’re not going to arrive when they said they would.
Though you love him, Eddie is a hot mess who arrives at least fifteen minutes late to every event. He calls it “fashionably late,” and you agree, but for different reasons: he can’t decide what accessories to wear, so he’s never on time. Steve always wakes up late but still insists on doing his perfect hairstyle. Robin is just a disaster who can’t stick to a schedule to save her life. You adore your friends, but you also tell them to come an hour before you expect them to arrive. That way, they’re on time even if they’re running behind (and all of them always are). It doesn’t help that they’re picking up people today, which adds even more time to their arrivals.
It’s 12:26 when you hear Eddie’s favourite band faintly through your walls. Walking to the door to greet him, you lean against the pillar on your porch to watch his van pull up. You can hear Eddie bickering with Lucas and Max from your spot fifteen feet away. The second the van stops, Mike jumps out and walks towards you. “Hey,” you greet, “Fighting already?”
He rolls his eyes and replies ‘yea’ in an annoyed tone but doesn’t elaborate on the issue further. He makes a beeline for your kitchen, leaving you outside alone. Eddie is the next to go, and you watch him slam the car door aggressively before lighting up when he notices you on the porch. He throws his arms up into the air and exclaims, “My angel!” as he comes closer. He moves his outstretched hands to cup your face and whispers, “How did I get so lucky?”
You giggle, flustered, and mumble, “I think I’m the lucky one.”
He shakes his head and responds, “Wrong!” Before you can refute him, he leans in to kiss you. You reciprocate the kiss and wrap your arms around his waist to draw him closer. Both of you are too preoccupied to notice the other two kids, Lucas and Max, getting out of the van too.
Max passes you both without a word, but Lucas wrinkles his nose and makes it a point to comment, “Gross. Get a room,” as he goes into your home.
Eddie pulls away and yells after Lucas, “Be careful what you wish for. She lives here y’know!” Lucas groans, and you can hear him complaining to Mike and Max in your kitchen. You’ve never had sex before, mainly because you wanted to feel more confident in your body before doing something so intimate, but regardless, the threat is meaningless. Though, Lucas doesn’t know that. You laugh at your boyfriend, and he looks at you with his pretty doe eyes, currently filled with mischief, “What?”
Amused, you just shake your head and slip out of his grasp. Walking inside, you remember your luggage and turn around. Moving it all to the doorway, you clasp your hands and give him a little pout, “Will you help me?”
He laughs at your antics and starts grabbing your bags, “You didn’t have to pout to get my help, baby.”
Kissing his cheek, you thank him with a grin. While he’s stuffing your things in the back of his van, Steve pulls up. Robin rolls down the side window when you walk up. You greet them and get a chorus of hellos in return. Leaning your forearms on the car door, you tell Dustin the others are inside, so he runs off to talk to his friends. “Hi, Nance! I haven’t seen you in a while.”
Moving her head so she can see you, she smiles and replies, “Yea, it has been a while.” In high school, you ran in parallel social circles. Occasionally, you’d talk, but it wasn’t typical. After everything that happened with the Upside Down, you got closer. Last night, she’d slept over at Robin’s place, where you would’ve been too if you hadn’t procrastinated on packing.
Robin points out, “You’ll be stuck in a car together for a few hours. There’s plenty of time to catch up.”
Dramatically, you sigh and pout, “I wish you could be with us too, Rob.” Reaching into the car, you rest your hand on her shoulder and give Steve puppy eyes.
He cuts in, unamused, “No. I am not gonna be stuck babysitting again.” He points his finger at you, “If you wanna talk to Robin, you’ll have to sit in my car.”
Though you knew he was gonna say that, you still sigh and pat Robin’s shoulder, “Sorry, best friend.” Moving out of their way, they all get out of Steve’s car and disperse. You watch them go inside as Eddie comes up next to you. Grabbing his hand, you tug him towards your house, “C’mon, we gotta call Ms. Byers.”
When planning your trip, you agreed to call Joyce before you left. She wanted to make sure she’d have space ready for all of you to sleep. You’d tried to tell her you’d get rooms at a motel or hotel, but she’d insisted on letting you stay. She’d said it would be too expensive, and, honestly? She was right.
Everyone is in the kitchen area hanging out and chatting, so you go straight to the phone and call your friends in California. Jonathan picks up the line and slurs, “Uh, hello?” It’s obvious he had been asleep moments before. You tell him it’s you, and he responds, “Are you guys heading out now?”
You’re about to reply when Dustin comes up and asks to say something. You tell him it’s not Will on the phone, but all the teens have crowded around, expecting to speak to him. Relinquishing control, you let them do whatever it is they do. You learned early on that it’s best to just get out of the way.
Checking in with the rest of the group, you offer snacks and water if they forgot to pack anything. Everyone seems to be content with their things, though, so you just get water for yourself and Eddie. You know he’ll forget them if you put them on the counter, so you hand him both bottles. He radiates warmth that draws you in, you can’t resist leaning against his side. Glancing up, you see him softly smiling down at you, so you return it in kind.
Mike hangs up the receiver loudly, getting everyone’s attention. “They know we’re coming,” he announces, “We should leave now.” Desperation bleeds through his voice, obviously eager to get to El. You agree and usher everyone out of your kitchen. Heading out to the cars, the group splits into two. Going with Eddie is you, Dustin, and Nancy. Following Steve is Robin, Mike, Lucas, and Max. Ironically, Steve is taking more people even though he has the smaller car, but it had taken a long fight to get to these positions in the first place.
There had been quite a few rules put in place that limited the placements of people:
1. You’re riding with Eddie (that was non-negotiable)
2. Nancy didn’t want to be in the same car as Mike
3. Dustin insisted he be put with you and Eddie
4. Steve threatened not to come if he was put in a car with only younger teens
5. Lucas and Max requested to sit next to each other
The battle had been brutal, taking over two hours. Luckily, you’d been able to make seating arrangements that pleased everyone. People disperse to their respective rides as you slide into Eddie’s passenger seat, putting your backpack between your feet on the floor. The second he turns on the van, you lower the volume. Dustin leans forward with his walkie in hand, “We’re Eagle One. Steve’s car is Eagle Two.”
“When did we decide that?” you ask, confused.
He responds, “In the kitchen,” before turning on the walkie to talk to the other car, “Eagle Two, this is Eagle One, come in.”
Mike’s filtered voice comes through, sounding agitated, “No way. We’re Eagle One, you’re Eagle Two.”
Recognizing the beginning of a fight, you snatch the walkie out of his hand to break it up, “Dustin used Eagle One first, we call dibs.” You turn down the volume and toss it back to Dustin, who leans back in his seat and listens to what Lucas and Mike are saying.
Eddie glances over and chuckles, “Didn’t expect you to side with Henderson, babe.”
You stick your tongue out at him and jokingly say, “I have to throw him a bone sometimes, Eds.” Dustin exclaims indignantly in the background, but you ignore him. Nancy finally makes her way to the van, so you ask, “Everybody here? Are we ready to go?”
Eddie does a head count, though you only have four people, while Dustin calls over to the other car to check they have all their passengers. Confident you won’t leave anyone behind, Eddie pulls out, and Steve follows. Earlier in the week, your friends gathered any relevant maps they had for the trip. You volunteered to be the navigator, so they were all given to you. The route is pretty simple, though. The hardest part of your trip will be finding places to sleep.
The Hawkins scenery passes by for the first fifteen minutes until you merge onto I-80 West. From there, just follow the highway until you arrive in California. The drive should take about 35 hours, split into three to four days, depending on how much driving is done each day.
Watching grass and trees out your window gets old quickly, so you catch up with Nancy. She rests her elbows on the center console while you’re turned in your seat so you can talk closer together. After a while, you’re both gossiping instead, giggling at stupid rumours about Steve. Eddie seems to enjoy them and says he’ll remember to tease Steve about them later.
Both cars need gas, so you take a pit stop. Hopping out, you walk in circles to stretch your legs. Robin joins you and complains about Steve’s music choices. Teasing her, you laugh, “You’re in the loser car. What did you expect?” She glares and jokingly pushes you out of the way to walk inside the store.
Trailing behind Robin, you beg her to buy you an Icee. To your surprise, she does. You thank her endlessly, excited to drink it. Taking it back to the van, you show the slushie off and tell Eddie that Robin bought it for you. He jokes, “Is Robin your sugar mommy now?”
You stick your Icee-stained tongue out at him, and he takes a picture. You’re thrown off for a moment. You didn’t know he took the polaroid camera out of your bag. Huffing, you set down your Icee and try to steal the photo from his hands. He has much longer arms than you, so it doesn’t work out. Sitting back, you whine, “Why do you even want it, Eddie? I brought my camera to take exciting pictures.”
He laughs at your desperation to get the polaroid back and hits your forehead with it, “Every moment with you is exciting, sweetheart.”
The moment is ruined abruptly. “Why are you two being so lovey-dovey?” Mike questions as he settles in where Nancy had been sitting.
You counter, “Why are you being so dumb?” as you snatch the polaroid from Eddie’s hands. The developed picture turned out surprisingly well, so you decide to keep it.
“You’re not the Wheeler I expected,” Eddie comments dryly, also annoyed at the ruined atmosphere. Mike explains that Nancy asked to switch until the next pit stop; you all leave it at that. The last one to arrive, Dustin hops in with a bag of chips, and you’re on the road again.
Instead of listening to Eddie’s mixtapes, you turn on the radio this time. Flipping through channels, you settle on a random choice. There isn’t much of a selection out in rural Indiana. It gets warm in the car, but the breeze feels fantastic when you lower the windows. You all sit in silence as the smell of dry grass and humidity fills your lungs. The wind is so loud it drowns out the radio, but you don’t mind.
A new song starts, and from what you can hear, it sounds familiar. Turning it up, you realize it’s Mamma Mia, and you crank the volume higher. Laughing in delight, you sing along loudly to the lyrics. To your surprise, Eddie sings too. Dustin says something, but you can’t hear it, and you're definitely not gonna stop singing just to hear his most-likely cynical remark.
He gives up trying to convey what he was saying, instead turning up the volume on the walkie. To your surprise, you can hear Robin and Nancy singing along with you from the other car. The song is over, but everyone’s energy is still high. Rolling up your window, you listen to the group singing along with the radio, occasionally joining in when you recognize a song.
The time passes quickly with the new distraction, and soon enough, you’re at the second pit stop. Steve needed to go to the bathroom, so you found the nearest rest stop. Even though it’s going to be quick, you ask Eddie to photograph you underneath a huge tree. He gets one polaroid before Nancy notices and asks if you want her to take a photo of you both. Posing together, she snaps a picture of you and hands back the camera.
When Steve comes out of the restroom, you get an idea and have Eddie ask a stranger to take a photo of your entire group together. Corralling everyone together is a difficult task, only matched by trying to get them to pose for the camera. The end result is worth it, though, the picture is cute, and everyone looks great.
When you return to the cars, Dustin and Mike switch out for Robin and Nancy. Dustin makes it a point for you to be cautious with his walkie as he passes it, claiming, “with great power comes great responsibility.” You promise him you’ll keep it safe as you take it.
Steve is pissed that he’s “stuck babysitting” even though he threatened to ditch if that happened, but Eddie reminds him he’s too far to go back. Aggravated, Steve hisses at the teens to get in the car as he grumbles under his breath. Part of you feels bad, but another part is happy to finally hang out with Robin.
The ensuing conversation is chaotic. Most of your time is spent arguing about stupid things that don’t matter, but you’re grateful because they fill the time. Robin tried to walkie Steve once, wanting to include him in the conversation, but he was still mad, so he ghosted her.
It’s around 9:30 when you stop at a motel for the night. Anyone who has an income helps to pay for the two rooms. Sorting out luggage, Eddie takes both of yours to the room. You two get a bed, Nancy and Robin get the second, and Steve gets the couch. There’s a line for the shower, so you check up on the younger teens. They’re just watching some stupid horror movie, sprawled out randomly on the two beds. Deciding they’re fine, you tease them, “Don’t get nightmares,” before returning to your room.
The water is freezing, so you shower and brush your teeth quickly. You dress in your typical pajamas, one of Eddie’s t-shirts and a pair of shorts. Your movements are sluggish, the tiredness hitting you suddenly. Reaching your bed, you flop down onto the mattress. Eddie’s the last to shower, so you warn him the water’s cold as he walks away. The alarm clock next to the bed glares 10:13 in bright red lettering.
Huffing, you sit up and crawl under the sheets to try and get comfortable. Steve and Robin are already knocked out, but Nancy is still awake. She has the lamp on as she reads a book, but you’re glad for the light. After everything in Hawkins, you have to admit you’re afraid of the dark.
Eddie finishes his shower fast, dumping his towel in a random spot on the floor. You struggle to keep your eyes open as he lies down on his back next to you. Wiggling around, you find a comfortable position resting your face in the crook of his neck. He smells like the cheap bar soap the motel provides, but you still detect a hint of his usual scent underneath. He kisses the side of your head and mumbles, “Good night, sleepyhead,” into your hair. You fumble some words out that vaguely sound like ‘g’night.’
The following two days go relatively the same. The seating arrangements shuffle around slightly, you drive for about three hours, stop at a rest stop, sight-seeing spot, or gas station, take a few pictures, then repeat. When you get bored, you label and decorate your polaroids. You bought a photo album a few weeks ago to hold all the polaroids from the trip.
On the fourth day, you finally make it to the Byers house. It’s almost three am, so everyone just sleeps and agrees to talk tomorrow. You’re the first to wake up, apart from Joyce. The smell of pancakes leads you to the kitchen, where she’s making breakfast. “Good morning,” you say, rubbing your eyes.
She jumps, not realizing you were there, “Oh! Good morning.” Embarrassed, you apologize before asking if there’s anything you can help with. Food is scattered around the counters, and she appears to be having trouble making a meal for so many people. She motions to a cupboard full of pots and pans, “Can you cook some bacon, please? Thank you so much.”
Together, you make bacon, fried eggs, scrambled eggs, pancakes, Eggo waffles (for El), toast, and apple slices. While cooking, the topic of conversation is grim. You’re both recounting your experiences with the Upside Down and all the other terrible shit that happens in Hawkins. You’re grateful for her insight. She has a lot more experience with murderous monsters than you.
The more people that come in, the more chaotic the kitchen becomes. People snatch items from plates and fight to get food first. You’re surprised, but Joyce looks resigned, like she expected it. When El comes down, you give her the dish of Eggos made specifically for her, and she smiles at you. Observing the scramble for food, you decide to wait until everyone’s done before getting some yourself.
“So, what are you guys planning to do today?” Joyce asks, eating some toast. She has to work since it’s Friday, but tomorrow she’ll be able to hang out with you guys too.
“We’re gonna go to the beach for a few hours,” Jonathan informs her.
Lucas admits he’s never been to the beach before, and Max says, “It’s nothing special. Just sand, water, and trash.” That statement sparks an argument about beaches that you’re desperate to get away from. Pulling Robin out of her chair, you bring her to the spare bedroom where everyone’s luggage is. You pull out the bikini, change into it, and ask her if it’s too much.
She laughs in shock and says, “Too much? It’s perfect. Eddie will love it.” Then, she mischievously nudges your side and adds, “It’s sexy. He’ll love it. If you know what I mean.” She raises her eyebrows to emphasize her point and you push her out the door. Her words still give you confidence, so you put a sundress over your bikini and leave the room.
Once everyone gets dressed, you all head to the beach. For convenience, you park next to each other and open the trunks. Grabbing canopies, towels, bags, and coolers, each person brings something down to the sand. You help Steve set up an umbrella so Robin and Eddie can sit with you.
The sun is burning hot on your back so you peel off the sundress and leave it in your bag. Though you don’t notice, Eddie’s eyes are glued to you. His breath hitches at the view of your ass when you bend down. He’s never seen you wear such a revealing bikini before. The simple sight of your exposed skin makes his heart pound.
Jonathan has a cooler of drinks and popsicles that he’s offering to the kids. You ask for a coconut popsicle, and Lucas tosses one to you. Right after you start to eat it, you realize you left your sunscreen in the van. Letting Robin and Steve know where you’re going, you head towards the parking lot.
Eddie showed you a trick to open his van’s door without the key. There’s a dent in the door that will release the lock if hit hard enough. You’re about to attempt it when two hands rest on your hips. Scared, you jump and whip around, only to find Eddie behind you. He laughs as you angrily glare at him. “Sorry baby,” he says softly, kissing your cheek. His hair tickles your nose and you giggle, accepting his apology.
He holds up his keys and opens the door for you. Or at least, that’s what you assumed he was doing. Instead, he reaches inside, himself, and grabs the camera. You know he’s going to ask for a photo, so you whine, “I need my sunscreen, Eddie!” Still, he smoothly talks his way into just one picture.
Resigned, you pose for the camera, holding your popsicle out in front of you. There’s drops of melted ice cream gathering at the bottom, near your hands, but you wait until the camera clicks to do anything about it. Cupping your tongue, you gather the liquid then lick a long stripe up the entire length of the popsicle.
Eddie groans, “Jesus fucking christ,” before placing his free hand on your chest and pushing until your back hits the van. He crowds your space, hand remaining firm on you. His eyes are hooded as he looks into your wide, confused gaze. You hold your popsicle in front of his face and remind him, “it’s gonna melt.”
He pushes the popsicle away using the hand holding your camera. With the other hand, he can feel your heart racing underneath his palm. Your breath comes out in shaky pants as he slowly inches his hand upwards to rest on your neck. Leaning forward, he whispers in your ear, “God, you have no fuckin’ idea, do you?” An involuntary whine slips out, but it’s quickly silenced by a light squeeze to your neck.
“So innocent you can’t even see that I want you, huh? My sweet angel, so good you can’t recognize you’re being bad.” The way he speaks about you is reverant, like he worships the ground under feet. His big brown eyes shine with love and lust. You stare into them until your lips meet, then your eyelids flutter shut.
The kiss is intense, like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. He takes the lead and you let him, unsure of what to do. The tip of his tongue runs against the seam of your lips and you gasp, unintentionally letting him in. He explores until you have to part to breathe. A string of saliva connects your lips as you both gasp for air. He grabs your free hand and tugs you into the back of the van.
Shutting the door and setting the camera to the side, he grips your hips and pulls you onto his lap, your back fit snugly to his front. You feel his lips kissing the crook of your neck. “Do you want to continue?” The words are spoken into your skin. You nod, but he doesn’t move, “No, use your words. I need to hear it.”
“Yes, I wanna continue,” you speak quickly, adding, “please.” You can feel his smile on your skin, apparently pleased with your words. He presses wet open-mouthed kisses down your neck, starting behind your ear. Sliding his hands up from your hips, he slips them underneath the sides of your bikini cups. He massages your flesh before pinching your nipples. The sudden action makes you jolt. He chuckles at your surprise and moves his hands lower.
Fiddling around with the strings on your bottoms, a harsh tug pulls the ties undone. The light taps on your thigh signal you to lift your hips, and he throws the piece to the side. His right hand splays across your stomach and slowly heads downward. Leading with his middle finger, he continues until his entire hand cups you. His finger swirls around your hole, gathering the wetness there. The movement makes his palm lightly brush against your clit, but any stimulation is enough to send you reeling.
You’ve completely forgotten about your popsicle until he reminds you, “Don’t want it to melt, do you?” Stopping all movement, he waits for you to act. Shakily, you bring it to your lips and take a lick. Pleased, he slides his middle finger inside you with one fluid stroke. Forgetting all about your popsicle again, you let out a loud whine and focus on the feeling of his finger against your walls. He thrusts a few times, before deciding you can handle a second.
He runs the pads of his fingers up and down trying to find the spongy spot that’s guaranteed to make your toes curl. You gasp when his fingers brush against it, so he massages that area, purposefully rubbing the heel of his palm into your clit. You try to breathe, but you can’t. It feels like all the air has left your body, like your lungs have decided to stop working.
The popsicle stick is sliding out of your hand and you don’t even notice it, but Eddie does. Snatching it up with his left hand, he coos, “Do you need help, baby?” Unsure of what he’s gonna do, you nod cautiously. Bringing the popsicle to your lips, he tells you to open up. You obey, and he slowly presses it in until you can feel the freezing tip against the back of your throat. Pulling the popsicle stick back, you whimper at the loss. Confident you can handle it, he pushes it in and out matching the tempo of his hand.
The cold constantly grabs your attention as he thrusts it in all the way, every time. Now in the wet heat of your mouth, the popsicle is melting at an alarming rate. You’re trying to swallow it all, but there’s so much it drips down your chin and spills onto your chest. “So messy,” he teases, but you barely hear him, the pleasure from both ends is entirely too distracting. Attempting to ground yourself, you grip onto his right arm with both hands.
You’re getting close when he pauses to pull the popsicle out of your mouth. There’s only a little left on each side of the stick, so he eats it and throws the wood away. He praises you for being so obedient, “Good girl, you did so well for me.” You clench hard at his words and he mentally notes your response before moving his fingers again. You don’t know how he knows, but he asks, “Does my angel need to cum?”
Nodding, you squeeze your eyes shut, hard. Shaking his head, he continues, “You can, if you ask nicely.”
“Eddie!” you whine when he pushes particularly hard with his palm, “Can I please cum?” He hums in thought, pretending to consider your request. Meanwhile, his fingers are moving even faster than before, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your grip is like iron, now, fingernails digging into his skin.
He concedes, “Well, how can I say no when you ask so nicely? Go ahead.” You see stars behind your closed eyes, leaning your head back onto his shoulder. He presses soothing kisses to your neck and continues his hand motions until you try and squirm away, overstimulated.
You accidentally push back hard against his bulge and you both groan. Helping you off his lap, he gently lays you on your back. Brushing sweat-slicked hair off your forehead, he takes in all the mess on your chest. He licks all the white residue from the popsicle off of you, and you hope silently that he can’t hear your heart pounding hard under his tongue.
“Do you still wanna continue?” he inquires, chin resting on your sternum. You say yes, so he rucks up the top of your bikini. Mischievously, he sucks small marks on the sides of your breasts where the bikini will cover. He notices you watching with impatient eyes and shimmies out of his boxers, sitting on his knees. Lifting up your hips, he rests them over his thighs and gently runs his hands up and down your bare skin.
For a second he appears to be thinking, before he leans over and reaches under one of the seats. You watch, perplexed as he blindly searches, before pulling out a condom. In disbelief, you ask, “Really?”
He shrugs, “You never know when you’re gonna get laid in the back of a van.” You gawk at him, but say nothing more. Watching him put it on is mesmerizing, his hands are so nimble and big. You’re still fascinated as he grips the base of his dick and runs the tip through your folds. “I’m not gonna lie, it might hurt,” he admits, “I’ll go slow, okay?”
You just nod, the anticipation makes you feel afraid to say anything, in fear he’ll turn around and realize this isn’t what he wants. He pushes in entirely in one long movement, kissing your neck because he knows it will help distract you. The stretch burns, you scrunch your eyes at the feeling. Focusing on the crook of your neck, he bites down and sucks to make a mark.
You moan out and clench hard around him. Knowing he’s marking you is so indescribably hot that you can’t control yourself. The rational part of your brain takes over for a few seconds, and you complain, “you’re gonna leave a mark, everyone’s gonna see.”
Eddie laughs, “Well, it feels like you enjoyed it, sweetheart.” Effortlessly, he calls you out on your lie. Flustered, you stutter some lame excuse, but he continues to laugh at you.
Deciding to test the waters, he pulls out partially and pushes back in slowly. When you respond positively, he begins to speed up. The pleasure builds up and you cry out, digging into his shoulders with your nails. “Be a good girl and be quiet for me. Someone might hear you, angel,” he commands, reminding you that you’re in a beach parking lot.
“‘M sorry, I’ll try, promise,” you whimper, wanting to please him. All your energy is dedicated to keeping quiet, but it doesn’t work. With each thrust, you get louder and louder. It’s almost embarrassing how fast your second orgasm builds up, but he just feels so good.
His knuckles brush against your cheek as he coos, “Do you need more help?” You make a noise of agreement, so he slides two fingers into your mouth. They taste slightly like you. Moaning around them, you suck, which makes him groan. He rolls his hips harder, knowing you won’t be able to make noise. Every single time he hits the right spot to make you see stars. Dropping his other hand down, he rubs your clit in tight circles, increasing your bliss. It’s too hard to keep your eyes open now, so you allow them to flutter shut. The loss of sight only adds to the pleasure and you can feel your second orgasm rapidly approaching.
Eddie can feel the way your walls flutter around him. He demands your attention by pushing roughly on your tongue. Your eyes shoot open, and you look at him, vision blurred by tears. “Are you close?” he asks, his tone indicating that he’s expecting something from you. Knowing what he wants, you beg for your release around his fingers. Grinning widely, he commands, “Cum around my cock, I know you can do it. Be a good girl, cum for me.” He says more, but you can’t hear it, all senses consumed by your release. Your orgasm triggers his, and he finishes inside the condom.
Pulling out, he takes off the condom and ties the end, throwing it in the direction of the popsicle stick. You’d chastise him for being so gross if your mind wasn’t so hazy. In a daze, you watch him pick up the camera and take a photo. He takes the nearest marker, a neon pink one, and writes in shaky letters “my angel,” adding a heart to the right.
Finished, he pours some water from a bottle onto his beach towel and wipes the mess off your legs. You flinch when he presses too hard on a sensitive spot. He apologizes, cleaning you with a gentler touch. Eddie pulls your top to its proper place before finding your bikini bottoms and tying them for you. He slips on his swim trunks and nudges your leg, “C’mon, you need to rinse off.” You try to stay on the floor, but he forces you up and takes you to the beach showers outside.
With shaky legs, you struggle to stand so you opt to lean on Eddie, who wraps his arm around your waist. He turns on the water and helps wash the sticky coconut residue off your face and torso. His touch is soothing, and you lean into his hand, closing your eyes. You realize that you’re going to have to go back to the beach, so you mutter, “I don’t think I can walk.”
Turning off the water, he offers a piggyback ride. You perk up, “Really?”
He chuckles at your enthusiasm, “Yes, really.” Kneeling down, he lets you climb onto his back. Before going back to the beach, he stops by the car and hands you his leather jacket, “For the mark,” he says, tapping his neck to show you where your hickey is. You slip it on and wrap your hands around his neck, squeezing tighter and begging him not to drop you when he begins to run. “Special delivery!” he exclaims, setting you down between Steve and Robin.
You instantly drop back, “I’ve never been so glad to be on solid ground.” Dustin calls Eddie away, leaving just the three of you.
Steve has a stupid smirk on his face, which makes you squint at him. After a tense second, he asks, “Yea? You’re not glad about other things?” Realizing he’s pointing to the hickey, you pull the jacket higher on your neck, embarrassed.
Steve laughs, but Robin defends you, “Leave her alone, you knew they were gonna go make out.” She turns to you, “Next time you two are gonna run off somewhere, think of better excuses. Sunscreen and the bathroom are too generic.” You completely forgot about your sunscreen! You groan and drop your head back, covering your face with your hands. At least they think you were only making out.
Continuing the conversation, Steve starts bragging about the craziest places he’s made out. You tune out the conversation in favour of watching Eddie. He looks so genuinely happy here, with his friends, having fun. He catches your eyes and smiles wide. You grin back, content to watch him living happy and healthy.
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Where is My Husband (PT2)
𖤐Pairing: Husband! Ghost x Wife! Reader
𖤐Pronouns: She/Her
𖤐Warnings: Fluff, a bit smutty, a bit emotional, kissing, language, married couple, remaking memories, flashbacks,
𖤐Recap: Ghost had unfortunately lost his memory after getting injured. He lost all memory of his wife Y/n, he lost 2 years worth of his memories. His wife tries to help him gain all those memories back of her into his mind.
𖤐 where-is-my-husband (pt1)
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Ghost has been going to the physical therapist for about a week now, he’s definitely having trouble moving his arm a lot, the therapist told him not to lift anything heavy for a while at least not in till his feels more confident.
Y/n has also been going with him as well, he just wanted her to come so he could show her that he will be okay.
Y/n was driving them home from one of his appointments, he leaned back in the passenger seat head leaning on the window.
He didn't want to say it...but he felt very useless.
"How many more appointments?" Ghost asked.
"In till you feel comfortable and till you show some signs of improvement."
He groans. "This is annoying," he says.
He's definitely the same ol' Ghost from before leaving for the Military, no patience, and always grumpy.
"It's not annoying, Simon, you need to go so you can become healthy again and so your arm can move like it used to." She says, while pulling into the driveway.
They both got out, Ghost using his key to unlock the door, and both were greeted by Phantom, he meows loudly rubbing his head on Ghost's shin and pawing at Y/n's shoelaces.
She smiles bending down and picking up Phantom. He lets out some loud purrs and rested his head on Y/n's shoulder.
Ghost went to the kitchen to make himself some tea as Y/n followed behind. The doctor had said to keep an eye on him from lifting heavy things, he wasn't even allowed to carry a gallon of milk.
He opens the fridge and tries to grab the gallon of milk, but Y/n put Phantom on his cat tree and grabbed the milk for him.
He signs of annoyance, and looked at Y/n.
"I could have used my other arm."
"It's okay, Simon, I got it for you."
"Don't...I'm not thirsty anymore."
"Oh, stop it, Simon..." Y/n says.
Ghost just rolls his eyes and she set the milk down on the counter, Y/n looked at Ghost and smiled.
Ghost may hardly remember Y/n but he's slowly remembering that sweet smile of hers. Ghost stares at her and then wonders how did someone like her fall for someone like him?
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Y/n has to go to the store for groceries, she was getting her jacket on and zipping it up halfway. Simon looks over the couch and saw her getting her shoes on next.
"Y/n? Where are you going?"
"The store-OH! Would you like to come with? I figured you may not want to come but I should have asked instead of assuming."
"No, I'm fine, go on without me," he yawns and turns back to the TV. Y/n grabs her purse and walks to the couch, she leans over and kisses his cheek.
"I'll be back," she whispers and walked out of the house. Simon felt his cheeks heat up.
"Goddammit," Simon says.
Once she was gone, Simon stood up and wondered the house. He found some photo albums and started to look through them. He looked through one that was small, a light pink colored cover, the first photo he flips to was on Y/n on her back with a summer dress, she looks beautiful, it was like the one that sat behind the couch.
He flips to the next page seeing him sitting on a big rock looking at the river, he looked like he was in hiking gear, it must be a date and vacation photo album.
Going on he finds one of both of them in a hot tub together, his right hand held her waist, the other holds the camera, he was smiling but not one that showed his teeth just a small mouth smile, Y/n's arms wrapped around his neck, and she showed a bright smile. This must be an important date or vacation, he then noticed something.
The first photo of her on the picnic blanket her finger were bare but this one in the hot tub, her left ring finger held her wedding ring.
He proposed to her this day.
Flashback
Simon and Y/n had gone to the states and their vacation was in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Simon had rented out a cabin for a week, and in this week, Simon was nervous...he was going to propose to Y/n.
Y/n and Simon were in Gatlinburg enjoying the sights and hiking, it was Y/n's idea to go somewhere in the States, she hasn't been in a while and Ghost hasn't been to the States before.
Simon's left hand was in his pocket messing around with the small black velvet box in his pocket. Y/n was at a wine testing bar as Ghost was behind her, he was making sure she was okay and whatever she wanted Ghost was going to spoil her with whatever she wanted it was all about her this week no one else, not even himself.
She picked out two wines a classic white grape wine and a cotton candy flavored wine. Ghost had bought them for her. Ghost and Y/n were now shopping, Y/n wanted some souvenirs as Ghost just bought a keychain, it was of a black bear with Gatlinburg engraved in it.
They headed back to their cabin and Y/n really wanted to get the hot tub, she packed a swimsuit and Ghost had brought his swimming trunks. They both changed into their swimming gear and Ghost removed the cover on the hot tub and let Y/n go in first.
Then he got in, he sat across from Y/n, she was a little confused on why he was so far.
"Why are you all the way over there?" She asks.
"I...I'm not sure," he chuckles and moves closer to her. He put his arms on the side of the hot tub, one behind Y/n's head and the other was rubbing his fingers together. He looked over his shoulder and saw the black velvet box just peeking out from under his towel.
"What?" She asked, ready to turn around but he stopped her.
"Nothing, hey look at me," he says. She does and giggles at him.
"What?" She asks.
"Just...wanted to look at you that's all," he said, kissing her lips. His hands went to her cheeks and soon fell to her waist pulling her closer to him.
"S-Simon, why so sudden?"
"Why not?" He asks, kissing her some more and he stands up still kissing her and grabbing the black box. "Y/n?"
"Hmm~?" She hums, looking up at him.
"I umm~ I wanted to ask you something...something that's very important."
"Okay...ask away," she smiles.
"Well...when I met you, I was wondering how could someone like you end up with someone like me? How did I get so lucky to have someone like you in my life? Y/n...I want to keep having those thoughts, I've been holding this back for a while because I didn't know the right time, but I think now is the right time to ask," he shows her the black box and she immediately knew what was inside.
She covers her mouth with her hands and waited patiently to open it.
"Will...Will you make me the happiest man on Earth and..." he opens it to show off a beautiful ring. "Marry me?"
"Oh Simon, yes, yes, of course, I will," she hugs him tightly and he was smiling and hugging her back. He slides the ring on her finger and grabs her waist and pulls her closer to him, he other hand, held the camera and took a photo.
"I remember..." Ghost mumbles before flipping to the next photo.
The photo was a bit...scandalous...it was of Y/n, and it was her on the bed, sitting on her knees in some white lingerie, her straps had fallen down and her bra was undone but she held it against her chest to cover herself.
He chuckles and shakes his head.
Next, she was feeding a buffalo at a Zoo they went to, she looked so happy, he could see the ring in the photo, it made him smile even more at the thought of her.
Ghost remembers a random time that just randomly popped in his head. It was of him, and Y/n just lying in bed and talked for a little bit, he doesn't remember the conversation or anything it was just random.
He places the book down and grabbed another album. It was the wedding one, it was white and in big letters in cursive saying 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒲ℯ𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 ℴ𝒻 𝒮𝒾𝓂ℴ𝓃 ℛ𝒾𝓁ℯ𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒴／𝓃 ℒ／𝓃.
The first page the picture was of Y/n getting ready, curlers in her hair, eye masks under her eyes, and she was drinking from a coffee cup while his guess her mom was behind her with her hands on her shoulders.
He turns the page and saw him and his friends smiling at the camera and holding glasses full of liquor, none of them were ready, Simon's shirt was unbuttoned, and his belt was undone.
"What are you looking at?" He heard Y/n's soft voice.
"...Memories," he said, holding up the album.
"Oh...yeah," she places the groceries away and went to the couch sitting next to him as he turns the page.
"What was happening here?" Ghost asked, but he probably knows what's happening.
"Well, Soap had a few too many drinks and wouldn't stop laughing, so Price tried to get him to stop by covering his mouth, but everyone was having fun," she says.
Ghost looks at Y/n's finger seeing the ring.
"I remember how I proposed to you."
She seemed shocked he remembered.
"HUH! Really?!"
"Yeah...we were in Gatlinburg and we both where in the hot tub together and I proposed," she cups his face.
"You remember?"
"Yeah~" he sounded confused maybe he was wrong?
"Oh my god," she hugs him tightly and he hugs her back.
"But...I still don't remember much," he says.
"I understand," she says.
They kept going through the photo albums and he was smiling at the wedding and then Y/n grabbed another vacation album.
"This was us at Bora Bora for our honeymoon," she says.
"Is that-"
"Yeah~" There was a photo Ghost flipped to and it was of Y/n in the water...naked. Ghost looked at her and her face was red, she was embarrassed.
"I mean we were in our own private area, so it didn't matter, but you WANTED a phot after I said no, so many times," she giggles. "We don't show this album a whole lot because of...some of the photos," she confesses.
"I can see why," he flips the page and saw where he was laying in the bed completely bare, and the white sheet rested on his lower half, but you could see his v-line. "I wonder who took this photo?" He says chuckling.
"You took so many of me, I thought I should do some," she says giving him an awkward smile.
The next one was both of them in bed together, Ghost's legs pushed open hers as she laid on her back and covered her red face.
"Did we?"
"We did...you were so adamite on taking a picture of me after doing it," she acted shy.
Most of the photos in this album was always them naked in some way or Ghost embarrassing Y/n, in a good way.
Y/n put the album away and looked at him if he wanted to look at more photo albums or if they wanted to talk about memories instead.
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Y/n had made tea for the both of them, as Ghost asked questions and Y/n would answer them.
"Did we ever talk about having kids?"
"A couple of times, but we also talked about how we should be prepared, and finically stabled before we have any," she says.
"I see...when did we move in together?"
"A year after we started dating."
"How did we meet?" He asks.
"We met by Soap and Price, I was Price's friend, and we went to his party together and Soap and him set us up together, we started hanging out, then you asked if we could date, and I said yes."
"Wow Soap was useful for something," he jokes, and Y/n playfully pushed him giggling.
Phantom plopped himself on Ghost's lap and Ghost pets his head as he kept asking questions.
"Do you ever miss me when I was gone?"
"Every time and every day, I will always miss you," she says.
Ghost stares at Y/n as she pets Phantom's head and heard him purring, Simon's and Y/ns hands grazed each other, and she looks up at him.
"I want to...want to kiss you..." he confesses.
"You're allowed to...I am your wife," she reminded him. He moves forward and Phantom jumps from his lap as Ghost cups her face pulling her closer.
His lips landed on hers. She moans into the kiss; his hands went to her waist, and he mumbles in between the kissing.
"You are so beautiful *kiss* gorgeous *kiss* incredible *kiss* and my *kiss* very cute *kiss* sexy *kiss* hot *kiss* wife." He says. He pulls away and looks into her eyes.
Her face was red and bright, she was embarrassed but is also glad he is remembering her.
"S-Simon."
"God...I love you...my wife, my wife, my wife," he repeats and kisses her again.
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GREYGOLD'S BALDUR'S GATE 3 ADVENTURES Pt.2
ACT 3 (not including final showdown)
As chronologically ordered as spoilery as possible
Act3 Party Crashers
Monks vs Rangers
Dat Plot Twist
Plot Twist Bonus
Plot Twist Aftermath
Tadpole Upgrade
Fret
Vacation with Lae'zel
Shopping for Clothes
Plotting Pina Coladas
Not PJs
Share?
Revisiting Rolan and Voss
Romantic Sunset
Dryad Boon
Elfsong Tavern Basement
Orin
Shirtless Disaster Pt1
Shirtless Disaster Pt2
Shirtless Disaster Pt3
Shirtless Disaster Pt4
Shirtless Disaster Pt5 (holy crap so many)
Babe Knows
This is just silly
To Tadpole or Not to Tadpole
Consummate
GloomGold
Iron Throne
Broken Lamp
Mizora Flirt
Mizora Pt2
Balduran Statue
Ansur pt1
Ansur pt2
Astarion and Puns
Off to Kill Cazador
Cazador fight
Minsc
Patch 6 kisses
Haarlep
Raphael Showdown Shotdown
Curtains for Raphael
Insurance
Personal Quest Problems
Gather Your Allies
Bonus Ask Comics
Greygold's Personal Quest
Durge Help
Durge Flirt Alert
Durge Go Evil
Dame Aylin
Out of Spells
Thoughts on Raphael
Die For
Vlaakith Bargains
Lae'zels 2nd choice
MASTERPOST ACT 1&2
MASTERPOST ACT 3 Final Showdown
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 spoilers#greygold#bg3 fanart#bg3 comic#I'm probably missing a few but at least all the story-related ones should be here
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Can you do Hobie shower headcannons and/or pt2 to the accidental one. I just love hobie.
i <3 hobie even if i never wrote much about him before—but for the sake of today, since i’m on vacation i’ll do shower headcanons <33 i’ll for sure do a pt. 2 once i’m back home :)
how showering with hobie brown would be <3
he’s the type of person to also give you the space that you need while being in the shower! he knows not everything needs to be sexual and can be done in a romantic sense
if you both do get intimate he’ll do anything to please you and make sure you’re fine with anything that you both do <3
loves massaging your shoulders and back in the shower while he plants wet kisses on your shoulders/back/collarbones
he loves washing your hair and telling you how pretty your hair is <3 it takes his time to wash it first and soap it + adding conditioner and other hair products needed
he makes you feel comfortable i don’t know but he just is LIKE THAT, and you can be yourself around him so whenever he asks when you both want to shower you say yes without second thoughts!!
after shower, he pats you dry and helps blow dry your hair :) & if you wear body lotion he’ll gladly lather lotion on your body
you both do your skincare together and always tells you how pretty you look with you face mask “lookin mighty fine love,” always makes you laugh with his silly jokes
hobie is the type of man to love all body types IDC IDC HE HAS NO QUALMS NO ISSUE AND WILL MAKE YOU FEEL SO SO STUNNING/BEAUTIFUL/HANDSOME 🥲
#spiderman atsv#hobie spiderverse#hobart brown#hobie brown x reader#astv hobie#hobie brown x you#hobie x y/n#hobie brown#hobie headcanons#atsv hobie#hobie imagine#hobie x you#🌱 lin writes
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